Thursday, December 29, 2011
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Sunday, December 11, 2011
The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces.
He met the gazes --- observed the spaces between the
old men's cackle.
He brewed a song of love and hatred --- oblique
suggestions --- and he waited.
He polarized the pumpkin-eaters --- static-humming
panel-beaters --- freshly day-glow'd factory cheaters
(salaried and collar-scrubbing).
He titillated men-of-action --- belly warming, hands
still rubbing on the parts they never mention.
He pacified the nappy-suffering, infant-bleating
one-line jokers --- T.V. documentary makers
(overfed and undertakers).
Sunday paper backgammon players --- family-scarred
and women-haters.
Then he called the band down to the stage and he
looked at all the friends he'd made.
The minstrel in the gallery looked down on the
rabbit-run.
And threw away his looking-glass - saw his face in
everyone.
(Jethro Tull)
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
