Disemvoweling
Did anyone else know this could happen? Or is this the first instance of it?
(Probably someone else did know, and probably it is not the first instance. Still, cool.)
In the White Hot Room
Sigh. I’m dead.
Beat the drums of tragedy for me,
Beat the drums of tragedy and death.
And let the choir sing a stormy song
To drown the rattle of my dying breath.
Beat the drums of tragedy for me,
And let the white violins whir thin and slow,
But blow one trumpet note of sun
To go with me
To the darkness
Where I [...]
I am sick…
… and I will be dead of the bird flu soon. I’m sure of it. I’m imbibing lemon zinger tea at a furious pace; I always feel gypped when six or seven cups of super-hot tea in a row don’t, like, wash the illness right out of me.
Hooray! We get to have a McLuhan discussion [...]
