tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post830233777793083421..comments2024-03-28T14:53:38.827-04:00Comments on BLCKDGRD: I Keep a Dog and Bark Myself, or: Born One Hundred Eleven Years Ago TodayUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-86162318758014942942019-05-25T08:37:00.708-04:002019-05-25T08:37:00.708-04:00i just found this at lisa simeone's blog - she...i just found this at lisa simeone's blog - she doesn't know who wrote this parody of robert frost's <b>stopping by woods on a snowy evening</b><br /><br /><br /> I have a pretty good idea whose woods these are, believe me.<br /> And let me tell you something, my people say he's a complete nobody.<br /> This guy lives in the village. So what if he sees me stopping here?<br /> I dare him to sue me! I dare him!<br /><br /> And by the way, this snow is pathetic.<br /> These are, by far, the least downy flakes ever!<br /> I hear they import them from Canada.<br /> I don't know. Maybe they did. Maybe they didn't. We're looking into it.<br /><br /> My horse -- he's the most incredible horse, seriously, I have the <br /> greatest, classiest horses--<br /> My horse doesn't even know what the hell we're doing here.<br /> The horses love me though. They do.<br /> They're always shaking their bells at me, it's very loving.<br /> It's a beautiful thing.<br /><br /> Let me tell you something, these woods are an embarrassment.<br /> They're not dark. They're not deep.<br /> They're nothing. They're for losers.<br /> And I cannot wait to sue this guy.<br /> I cannot wait to sue this guy.<br />mistah charley, ph.d.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06303695341246058680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-14321480742326055852019-05-25T08:31:58.692-04:002019-05-25T08:31:58.692-04:001.some versions of the surly one one finds on the ...1.some versions of <b>the surly one</b> one finds on the internet have <b>who's</b> instead of <b>whose</b><br /><br />2.speaking of a train bearing west, and a pullman berth, at the age of 7 my mother and two-years-younger brother and i took a train journey - with a pullman compartment - from near boston to seattle - and then a ship to japan<br /><br />that was mid-twentieth century - i claim to be a time traveler from then<br /><br />i traveled through space and time last night, in my living room - using amazon prime i watched a movie - an "epic space opera" - i watched in the theater at the time of its release, in 1984 - i had attended it with a woman who later became my fiancee, and somewhat later my ex-fiancee - i liked the movie more this time, accepting its eccentricities instead of being annoyed by them - i watched it alone, as missus charley is back in her country of origin as her father turns 102<br /><br />i traveled through space and time yesterday, going into a large marble building completed in 1941, which i had first visited in the 1950s, to look at paintings from the italian renaissance - my companion was my stepsister, whom i met when we were young american teenagers living in italy - military dependents - and our parents were friends - she became my stepsister when we were both middle-aged, three decades ago - she has turned herself into a german woman [albeit she still retains her u.s. citizenship] - she has lived in hamburg since finishing college, and now speaks english with a german accent - who knows if it's good or bad? she had her reasons<br /><br />3.<br />“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing<br />and rightdoing there is a field.<br />I'll meet you there.<br /><br />When the soul lies down in that grass<br />the world is too full to talk about.”<br />― Jalal Ad-Din Rumi mistah charley, ph.d.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06303695341246058680noreply@blogger.com