Wednesday, March 11, 2020

Last Time I Fell in a Shower Room I Bled Like a Tumbril Dandy and the Hotel Longed to Be Rid of Me

Yes, motherfucking professional Democrats ratfucked and will continue ratfuck so this leftwingshit never fucking happens again, but blame Americans first, those who got theirs say go get yours you can't have any of mine


Les Murray

Last time I fell in a shower room
I bled like a tumbril dandy
and the hotel longed to be rid of me.
Taken to the town clinic, I
described how I tripped on a steel rim
and found my head in the wardrobe.
Scalp-sewn and knotted and flagged
I thanked the Frau Doktor and fled,
wishing the grab-bar of age might
be bolted to all civilization
and thinking of Rome’s eighth hill
heaped up out of broken amphorae.
When, anytime after sixty,
or anytime before, you stumble
over two stairs and club your forehead
on rake or hoe, bricks or fuel-drums,
that’s the time to call the purveyor
of steel pipe and indoor railings,
and soon you’ll be grasping up landings
having left your balance in the car
from which please God you’ll never
see the launchway of tires off a brink.
Later comes the sunny day when
street detail whitens blindly to mauve
and people hurry you, or wait, quiet.


  1. there's a james tate poem with the line "Today, the Presidential primaries have failed us once again"* - but who knows if it's good or bad? for example

    i'm glad bernie won't need to be assassinated

    chris floyd, no purveyor of cheerful fantasies, argues that biden really could win the election - i had been thinking he couldn't, but chris makes some good points

    in personal news, les murray's poem reminds me of how useful grab bars are in bathrooms - we installed those in our house years ago, when missus charley's papa [of blessed memory] came to visit

    *that james tate poem is titled Happy As The Day Is Long

    it refers to tree-climbing fish by their greek name, anabases - a going up, an advance - and indeed the poem returns again and again to the theme of a journey upward - fine metaphors abound

    tate also throws st augustine into the associative bouillabaisse

    coincidentally, a poem by my distant cousin henry wadsworth longfellow is titled "The Ladder of St. Augustine" - of which satyananda sarangi writes

    The whole of this, if summarised, is a clarion call for rising to the occasion, employing symbols that are not at all imaginative but truths encountered through life. Beginning from what St. Augustine has preached in Christianity, the poet lays out the negative qualities of man, ultimately resulting in hindrances to his betterment by the usage of ‘longing for ignoble things’, ‘strife for triumph more than truth ‘and ‘all occasions of excess’. The magnificent imagery is taken good care of by ‘cloudy summits of our time’, ‘gigantic flights of stairs’ and ‘solid bastions to the skies’ – the predictable manner in which the poet makes very fine use of poetic devices. The clear message delivered is that we need to have patience to pursue our goals; for Rome was not built in a day.

    “The heights by great men reached and kept
    Were not attained by sudden flight,
    But they, while their companions slept,
    Were toiling upward in the night.”

  2. Biden announces that Putin will be his running-mate!

    This really is rather odd. For years the big D Democrats have been telling us they can't really do much of anything because in the real world one must compromise. But now we see they can actually really do something, like rigging an election. Gosh, so which is it? The resistance marches on, face to the winds of adversity, noble of brow, a stern continence and a stiff upper lip. Awesome.

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