Spring Haiku
The air smells of pine
The grey squirrels are fucking
It shall rain again
春の俳句
松匂い
リスがやってる
雨ふりそう
(okay, I just wanted to post this picture of two squirrels going at it I took… look!)
Archive for the 'poetry' Category
“Religion” is a flag
fuck the flag, says the wise old hag
Religion is a form of art
embrace art, or you’ll be as depressing as Sartre
Wise men sing, the praise of largess,
As do kind men say, but surely they jest!
I can only save one bloated African,
I durst not save the unattractive one!
In my day, I have only so much time,
Woe would be I, if I just analyzed a dime!
Christ boasts oft about his love for all
But love is a heart cut out of a sheet
Am I the heart, or am I the sheet?
Can I Jesus a thousand women,
when one exhausts my money, and 5, my semen?
For to belong, you see, is to be included,
While the universe of others is excluded
(for I desire not, but a sip of your wine,
Unless I can have a goblet that’s mine)
Nature, too, is a masterful miser,
from great bear to wily spider
No creature takes shape that fills all space,
nor all of time, beyond its own race
Look around, and see:
Much enters, but none leaves the sea
and
The three toes of the sloth,
The dull colour of the moth,
The useless eyes of the mole,
The numbered days of the tail on the tadpole,
The small size of a chigger?
Realize, my friend, that God is a niggard
Once upon a time I took groats to my groat-loving llama friend
And often I mistook shadows for my child-saving llama friend
To one such shade I talked and I, by my local school teacher, stalked
“So you took our oats, oaf”, pointed to rotting pile, angrily, quoth
Only a fool could think! my humble offer does the llama eat!
For groats and oats are food fit only for horse and man and meals, crude
No, my llama friend be with or without my sweetened gift of feed
And often I mistook shadows for my child-saving llama friend
To one such shade I talked and I, by my local school teacher, stalked
“So you took our oats, oaf”, pointed to rotting pile, angrily, quoth
Only a fool could think! my humble offer does the llama eat!
For groats and oats are food fit only for horse and man and meals, crude
No, my llama friend be with or without my sweetened gift of feed
Oh, the days I do miss he’d make a bully crawl, or a girl kiss
It cost only a call to wish, to will, to watch the teacher fall
But one meal was not sweet not cabbage, nor beans, but a loathsome beet
I wished as I might call but none unsweet, not even beets, would fall
Only a fool could think! a llama greets me from the kitchen sink!
For far and forgot be for him as near as cider and glass be
Yes, my llama friend be though nary a place you can hope to see
We can grow quintillion times again
And we can know more than the ancients many times again
And still be dwarfed by the nearest star
We can understand the universe many times more,
And still never understand our increasingly complex selves
I love the flimsy wills of men, Amor fati
We shall forget the lessons of the ancients
And the great leviathan shall rise again
We shall destroy every last God again
Become them ourselves,
And it will never become absurd
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