Sunday, March 30, 2008

home sweet home

it's been a long time between meetings. i think it was the fact that each time i sent a random poetics, it took me ridiculous amounts of time, and so it turned me off. but here's a new home so i don't have to fiddle around with such trivial things. you can visit whenever you want. i'm dizzy from lack of sleep, a messy house, and a new babe in my arms. have you missed me?
random poetics is in a new format and we love our new digs. like a pig in mud! welcome back cotter.
c h a l k talk

all the world's a stage: william shakespeare

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
the pig: roald dahl

In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn't read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
He simply couldn't puzzle out
What LIFE was really all about.
What was the reason for his birth?
Why was he placed upon this earth?
His giant brain went round and round.
Alas, no answer could be found.
Till suddenly one wondrous night.
All in a flash he saw the light.
He jumped up like a ballet dancer
And yelled, "By gum, I've got the answer!"
"They want my bacon slice by slice"
To sell at a tremendous price!"
They want my tender juicy chops"
To put in all the butcher's shops!
"They want my pork to make a roast"
And that's the part'll cost the most!
"They want my sausages in strings!
"They even want my chitterlings!
"The butcher's shop! The carving knife!
"That is the reason for my life!"
Such thoughts as these are not designed
To give a pig great piece of mind.
Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland,
A pail of pigswill in his hand,
And piggy with a mighty roar,
Bashes the farmer to the floor…
Now comes the rather grizzly bit
So let's not make too much of it,
Except that you must understand
That Piggy did eat Farmer Bland,
He ate him up from head to toe,
Chewing the pieces nice and slow.
It took an hour to reach the feet,
Because there was so much to eat,
And when he finished, Pig, of course,
Felt absolutely no remorse.
Slowly he scratched his brainy head
And with a little smile he said,
"I had a fairly powerful hunch"
That he might have me for his lunch."
And so, because I feared the worst,
"I thought I'd better eat him first."
if you think our house is super, tell us. if you'd like to revisit our new home, tell us that too.
crickets creaking in the twilight. i heard a strange noise, mama. it's alright. it's just mr cricket chirruping away, now go to sleep 'til the sun lights the day.


Sarah said...

It's back and it's goooood!

Samantha said...

You're back! Hurrah!!
I'd thought you'd left me, alone in a world with no random poetics to take me away from 'it all'!

Anonymous said...

Alex - thank you so much for picking 2 poems which took me back 15 years! I studied 'All the World's A Stage' at school and loved it - i still know the first half off by heart! And the Roald Dahl took me back too...must dig out my copy!

thank you again!

emilie x