... So, praise the gods, Catullus is away!
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Motto of the MOC: Sincere, yes. Serious? Never!
"I would also like to add that ‘Maoist Orange Cake’ is possibly the best name for a blog ever. Just my twopence." -- The Sixth Carnival of Radical Feminists, 1 October 2007
The Twelfth Carnival of Radical Feminists is up at The Burning Times blog and mentions one of our posts, Helen 'Wheels' Keller, for recommendation. Orangeists spreading our zest!
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
it's national poetry month!!!
the month of may is nearly here,
(and i call myself a poet)
i'll hide at home, and drink a beer
because i didn't know it...
And Now for something completely different (and better!)
A Letter From Lesbia
... So, praise the gods, Catullus is away!
... So, praise the gods, Catullus is away!
And let me tend you this advice, my dear:
Take any lover that you will, or may
,Except a poet. All of them are queer.
It's just the same- a quarrel or a kissIs but a tune to play upon his pipe.
He's always hymning that or wailing this;
Myself, I much prefer the business type.
That thing he wrote, the time the sparrow died-(Oh, most unpleasant- gloomy, tedious words!)
I called it sweet, and made believe I cried;
The stupid fool! I've always hated birds....
Dorothy Parker
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Oh, most excellent Dorothy Parker!
(Being a writer herself, I guess she was on to that poet's game --everything was "but a tune to play upon his pipe.')
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