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Sunday, August 07, 2005
Dictionaraoke.org - The Singing Dictionary via Sawako Nakayasu's Fever, Light
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7:51 PM
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Yo soy un escorpion: check out this cool bit from Furiosa Canifru in Santiago, Chile:
de Furiosa Canifru: Fábula de la Rana y el Escorpión:
LA RANA Y EL ESCORPION
Un escorpión, que deseaba atravesar el río, le dijo a una rana: -Llévame a tu espalda -¿Que te lleve a mi espalda? -contestó la rana- Ni pensarlo! Te conozco! Si te llevo a mi espalda, me picarás y me matarás! -No seas estúpida- le dijo entonces el escorpión- No ves que si te pico te hundirás en el agua y que yo, como no se nadar, también me ahogaré?
Los dos animales siguieron discutiendo hasta que la rana fue persuadida. Lo cargó sobre su resbaladiza espalda, donde él se agarró y empezaron la travesía.Llegados al medio del gran río, allí donde se crean los remolinos, de repente el escorpión picó a la rana.Ésta sintió que el veneno mortal se extendía por su cuerpo y, mientras se ahogaba, y con ella el escorpión, le gritó: -Ves! te lo había dicho! Pero qué has hecho? -No puedo evitarlo- contestó el escorpión antes de desaparecer en las aguas- Es mi naturaleza.
Yo soy el escorpión...
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5:15 PM
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My son, Randy, and his friend, Crystal, in May 2005. They attended prom together and have both recently enlisted in the US military after being recruited before they were 18.
Love You, Bud-- yr mom
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2:14 PM
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MOTHER OF KILLED US SOLDIER IS HOLDING ROADSIDE PEACE PROTEST RIGHT NOW IN CRAWFORD, TEXAS--SECRET SERVICE ALLEGEDLY TOLD HER THAT PROTESTERS MAY BE HIT BY SECRET SERVICE VEHICLES...
Here is my meta-question for this moment about poetry written after Auschwitz * : what kinds of poetic and/or critical response can accommodate and give due weight to the devastation and irresponsible government acting in the following current event?--I mean, how many dead kids does it take to get people and presidential factions to wake up?
Spc. Casey Austin Sheehan, 1st Battalion, 82nd Field Artillery Regiment, 1st Cavalry Division Killed in Iraq April 04, 2004. --photo and link to Truthout online exchange with Casey's mother, Cindy Sheehan, via Truthout DOT ORG.
Casey's mother, Cindy Sheehan: "Our family never agreed with the war or it's reasons, but since Casey was killed, so many of the reasons and rationalizations that Bush has given have proven to be lies." --photo and linked quote via Global Exchange
Report on Sheehan's Crawford protest today, via Yahoo News: "Determined mother of fallen U.S. soldier [Casey Sheehan, killed in action, Sadr City, Iraq, April 4, 2004]," Cindy Sheehan of Vacaville, CA, "has pledged to hold a roadside peace protest near President Bush's ranch [in Crawford, Texas] until he talks to her. ... Today Sheehan "alleged Secret Service agents in Crawford were trying to coerce her into leaving. She said the agents have told protesters that if they stay along the road, about five miles from Bush's ranch, they may be hit by Secret Service vehicles... ."
I see, adding here after my initial post, that the yahoo news article has been appended to give center stage to another parent of slain soldiers, this one claiming that his son wanted to be part of the killing, and therefore, the killing is just. I also see that the article now stands edited of the part about Sheehan alleging that the Secret Service had insinuated a threat to protesters. Talk about white-washing the news! Well, because of that wishy-washy intervention in a story that should be about Cindy Sheehan and the protesters at Crawford as its headline indicates, I'm linking now to another story that focuses more on the protest. Here is how Aljazeera.Net is covering the story of "Protesters march on Bush's ranch." Which seems more balanced and centered on the story, and less biased by media interests?--Aljazeera, of course.
And on further searching, here is an excellent article from the Sacramento Bee--requiring site registration, but not if you go to Google news and scroll for it in the headlines--which also has commentary about the exchange Sheehan alleges she had with the Secret Service, amounting to the insinuation that harm might come to the protesters. I will add, too, that although I find the article well done, I find the advertising on their website pages to be atrocious. The advertising almost completely obliterates the news story. What does that tell ya?
Here's another good one, via Michael Helsem, The Gray Wyvern, a post and link last Tuesday, 2 Aug 05, to an article in the Washington Post: Who's Paying for Our Patriotism?"
* An allusion, first, to Kent Johnson's Lyric Poetry After Auschwitz: Eleven Submissions to the War (effing press, Austin, TX, 2005), and secondly, to the famous quote from Theodor Adorno, a quote that Johnson's book effectively problematizes for today's political and historical exigencies. In reviewing Johnson's book here last week, Chris Daniels wrote to put the poetry in the context of class struggle, a matter that Adorno's emphasis on aesthetics overlooks.
Here is the full quote from Adorno, in his 1949 essay, "Cultural Criticism and Society" : "Cultural criticism finds itself faced with the final stage of the dialectic of culture and barbarism. To write poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric. And this corrodes even the knowledge of why it has become impossible to write poetry today. Absolute reification, which presupposed intellectual progress as one of its elements, is now preparing to absorb the mind entirely." [Theodor W. Adorno, Prisms, tr. Samuel and Shierry Weber (Cambridge: MIT Press, 1981), p. 34.]
And here are some links, courtesy of Chris Daniels, to organizations formed by parents for peace, and an outspoken ex-military man:
Gold Star Families for Peace (Sheehan is active in this one)
Military Families Speak Out
Stan Goff's blog, Feral Scholar
Thanks, Chris D.
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12:56 PM
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Saturday, August 06, 2005
Sun., 7 Aug 05, 4:45 pm, I'm adding a note of clarification to this post: the surprise I refer to is not the current post for Sunday that deals with the protest in Crawford. The surprise is about a new feature series to begin today or tomorrow on Texfiles.
A surprise coming up tomorrow: a new Texfiles feature of work! So, do stay tuned, Y'all. I think you'll like this one very much...
cm o~o/
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10:17 PM
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Ooooo! many excellent new goodies added to Anny Ballardini's amazing poetry website, The Poet's Corner. Check it out for new work from Linh Dinh, Amy King, Eve Rifkah, Stacy Szymaszek, Ann Fisher-Wirth, and other excellent poets. Anny has also translated into Italian Tom Beckett's fine chapbook, Vanishing Points of Resemblance. Go Anny!
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3:11 PM
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finished adding in the recipe for vegetable & seaweed soup that I began to post yesterday.
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2:49 PM
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Friday, August 05, 2005
Viewing: Constantine
--courtesy of Dottir Holly--thanks, Sweetie. What a flick. Not sure yet how it measures up to Mr & Mrs Smith. A vastly more entertaining effort, even if from sin-city, eh? more soon on that one... but for now, Tex's Critical Bent says this: seems mostly candy for the already deluded reliosos--possibly funded by the catolico church, if not, then they've certainly missed a primo opportunity. figure of Gabriel given some snot, tho, and then sent to blow the snotty proboscis. the hellish others, however, seem to me barely Luke-warm... biblical pun intended... .
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10:00 PM
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Happily, this notice about new publications from Brenda Iijima's PORTABLE PRESS AT YO-YO LABS :
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Peter Lamborn Wilson's CROSS-DRESSING IN THE ANTI-RENT WAR
A floridly grand utopian treatise bursting at the seams and oozing forth for reasons of propinquity! Meet up with a anarchistic floral view. Vivaciousness, operative vision, buoyant erudition--it all comes to a vortex in these diverse, fecund poems.
Oversized chapbook with off-set printed covers $7 ppd.
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Jill Magi's CADASTRAL MAP
Nature writing is reassessed as well as the carpet of history. Magi penetrates culture's outmoded suppositions as she combs the brambles and fields of text which claim to partake in sanctioned and conditioned domains. It isn't as dogmatic as I make it out to be! Strikingly beautiful!
chapbook with off-set printed covers
$6 ppd.
--Book Notes by Brenda Iijima-- ___________________________________________________
added note from chris m:
Hey, Y'all, you know I love receiving new books especially in my mailbox, and I can't wait to see these, so I'm putting a check in the mail today so maybe the rest of y'all would like to get your checkbooks out, too, and write those checks payable to Brenda Iijima-- then query for the address to send your moolah at:
yoyolabs AT hotmail DOT COM
Go Brenda, and poets Wilson and Magi!! Best Wishes, Chris Murray o~o/
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3:58 PM
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snacking: fresh blueberries & goat cheese hand pressed in cleveland, TX. yum
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3:53 PM
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Listening:
Rain
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' ````````````````````````````````````````` thunder mumble !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ````````````````````````````````````````` """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" ````````````````````````````````````````` firetruck siren ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ......................................... ````````````````````````````````````````` grieving beagle ........................................ grieving beagle !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! grieving beagle ````````````````````````````````````````` ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; /////////////////////////////////////// gutter sluice ........................................ ZZZ ZZ ZZZZZZZZZ ZZ lightning cackle ttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ``````````````````````````````````````` power outage ````````````````````````````````````````` ````````````````````````````````````````` ````````````````````````````````````````` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` . . . roof drip
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1:39 PM
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Heather and Holly, out soaking in the rain:
Well, it's not raining cats and dogs, but it is raining sideways... a feature of Texas life in several seasons, that sideways rain. i opened the screen door on the patio so to listen. And i put my heather and holly plants out on the front step so they can have some real rain--as opposed to simulated rain by way of my spraying mist on them--yes, these plants are the namesakes of my two daughters. Is that weird? i kinda like that, and so do they. sort of like my children's godparents are hardy, blooming perennials... :)
in other neighborhood news, however, someone's dog got left out in the downpour (a backyard behind my patio) and is barking away in a steady rhythm at the thunder. it sounds utterly grief-struck more than angry or crazy. poor animal. the yard is locked behind a huge wooden fence--i can only see the dog because my patio is second floor. i guess that makes it a balcony more than a patio, yeah. i think of it as a patio because of all the plants i've been growing there.
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1:18 PM
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Kelp Forest
from Susun S. Weed's Wise Woman Herbal: Healing Wise * :
--a wonderful book: a generous approach to living, thinking, sharing, growing, cooking, eating, caring. this copy was loaned to me a couple weekends ago on my visit to Austin, by good friend Hoa Nguyen: thanks so much, Hoa!--
Superb protection from modern pollutants, heavy metals, and accidental radioactive leaks is the gift of seaweed, the body guard. Regular use, especially of brown types [such as kelp, image above], clears lead, arsenic, cadmium, mercury, chemical pollution, and radioactive strontium from the body, prevents absorption from new sources, and protects against damage caused by exposure to carcinogens and teratogens.
Workers at Swedish nuclear power plants eat seaweed to reduce and elimate their absorption of strontium 90, a radioactive element. Research at McGill University finds that alginic acid, one of the main components of seaweed, binds with radioactive strontium to form strontium alginate, and insoluble compound, which is rapidly elimiated from the gastro-intestinal tract, reducing the absorption of strontium 90 by fifty to ninety percent.
... Try using a sprinkle of seaweed on grains, even breakfast cereals, vegetables, and eggs. Serve seaweed as a vegetable in its own right once a week or more. Increase consumption as needed, such as when healing after radiation, chemotherapy, or extensive X-rays.
"Of the fourteen elements essential to the proper metabolic functions of the human body, thirteen are known to be in Kelp." --Dr. JW Turentine, USDA agricultural scientist.
(223)
Mother Earth/Mother Ocean Soup --serves 6-8
3 onions, chopped 3 Tbls olive oil 6 potatoes, cubed 2 carrots, sliced 2 parsnips, sliced 1/2 c wild greens 1/2 c dried seaweed 12 cups of water
Saute onion in oil until brown. Add all remaining ingredients. Cook until vegetables are done. Adust seasoning, adding salt if desired, and let mellow over night. Or serve immediately. Preparation time: Under an hour. Seaweed doesn't need to be soaked first when used in soups. (229)
Enjoy!
* Woodstock, NY: Ash Tree Publishing, 1989
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12:38 PM
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one of these days i'll get a better sense of humor.
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11:36 AM
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Thursday, August 04, 2005
cowslip
from Robert Browning's Transcendentalism *
Stop playing, poet! may a brother speak?
'Tis you speak, that's your error. Song's our art:
Whereas you please to speak these naked thoughts
Instead of draping them in sights and sounds
--True thoughts, good thoughts, thoughts fit to treasure up!
But why such long prolusion and display,
Such turning and adjustment of the harp,
And taking it upon your breast, at length,
Only to speak dry words across its strings?
Stark-naked thought is in request enough:
Speak prose and hollo it till Europe hears!
The six-foot Swiss tube, braced about with bark,
Which helps the hunter's voice from Alp to Alp--
Exchange our harp for that,--who hinders you?
But here's your fault; grown men want thought, you think;
Thought's what they mean by verse, and seek in verse:
Boys see for images and melody,
Men must have reason--so, you aim at men.
Quite otherwise! Objects throng our youth, 'tis true;
We see and hear and do not wonder much:
If you could tell us what they mean, indeed!
As Swedish Boehme never cared for plants
Until it happed, a-walking in the fields,
He noticed all at once that plants could speak,
Nay, turned with loosened tongue to talk with him.
That day the daisy had an eye indeed--
Colloquised with the cowslip on such themes...
(112-113)
* Robert Browning, Men, and Women. _Poems of Robert Browning_, Humphrey Milford, ed. London: Oxford UP, 1923.
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3:05 PM
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Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Thanks to you both for responding to my question, Chris Daniels, and Gary Sullivan. I completely agree that having and maintaining friendship is one of the best things about life.
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9:29 PM
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Jon Leon, editor of Wherever We Put Our Hats, reviewing Kent Johnson's Lyric Poetry After Auschwitz, over at John Latta's Hotel Point blog.
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7:42 PM
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Listening: Modest Mouse
this:
Alright, Already, We'll all float on Don't worry even if things get a bit too heavy ... we'll all float on...
then:
... your body when you're gone I'm gonna carry in my head even when you're gone, your body, your mouth, your soul
when the ocean met the sky where time and life shook hands and said goodbye
tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed
you wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death?
the ocean breathes soft why don't you carry it in your head, your mouth, your soul ... you wasted life, why wouldn't you waste the afterlife?
and:
... I didn't need that Madmax bullshit... we are just hummingbirds ...
there's good news for people who love bad news...
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7:08 PM
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Alexander Pope: "ye tinsel insects"-- what is that all about?
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9:51 AM
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Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Poet/critic Steve Burt, as interviewed on Lance Phillips' Here Comes Everybody
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9:17 PM
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Well, I guess it should be obvious what happened. I had to think on that.
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6:42 PM
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Sheesh! After work today I went looking around, reading some blogs I've been following the last few days, but when I got here, I found two days' worth of posts and numerous comments in debate about Kent Johnson's Lyric Poetry After Auschwitz: Eleven Submissions to the War were no longer there. I'm wondering what happened?--can anyone tell me?
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6:01 PM
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Just when hope withers... "visa," "provisionally..."
"... we are, above all, animals who attempt to be reborn by speaking." --Valere Novarina, "Syncopations."
Hey, no, I'm not leaving for Russia, though that does sound inviting right now--going anywhere sounds inviting right now, ya kno? See below for the connection to the Novarina quote, which comes courtesy of reading Laura Carter's excellent blog. And that italicized bit about hope is a piece out of a Rita Dove poem I am familiar with from having written at length on her Mother Love (Norton, 1995), which I do not have with me here at work but which I will try to find in my room at home--although that room is stacked near to the ceiling, and is several rows deep, in boxes of books stowed away after my recent move. I have not memorized the entire poem, but perhaps I should do that. Memory is such an animal, a gerbil, or a puppy fetching a grab bag of associational stuff unless one focuses it and actually memorizes structured or set pieces, such as poems or songs. Well, my memory is very dependent on material sources, written things, books or other sources to reference (this is part of what Socrates did not like about writing--how it changed memory from an oralist orientation where a lot had to be committed inside ones head, to a freeing up but also a dependency on material texts) I am now missing those books terribly but not willing to unpack because I will probably have to move again in the next several months. But maybe I should reconsider that.
So, I was scrolling around blogland and found the wonderful Novarina quote posted to Laura Carter's blog, and when I read it, this patchwork bit from the Rita Dove poem popped in my head--Kristeva would say that is how the semiotic chora becomes intertextuality. If you haven't already done so, go read this quote at Laura's, and do check out the developing scroll of fascinating quotes she has going. I'm thinking, then, that I should reconsider my decision not to unpack my books (also, of course, the famous Walter Benjamim essay comes to mind), because I get to feeling great loss when a connection like this between text and reading and material being occurs. It is fulfilling to have the book in hand to complete the material moment, I guess, and I suppose there are other more pop-psychology ways to interpt that, as well as many dusty layers of Freudian stuff to say about it... :) but I'm really not one for much of that crap. I'm of the Irigaray frame of mind, though I do also like some of Lacan, even if Luce spent 300+ pages of dissertation famously severing her student relationship with him. Or so the myth goes--not sure how much that story measures up to the practical reality of the event, is what I mean to say about that.
Added note: oh hey, here I'll amend the above in this very moment of writing it, by posting the Dove poem now, since I paused to check online and happily found the poem (it's one of my favorites) at the Modern American Poetry site:
Exit --by Rita Dove *
Just when hope withers, the visa is granted. The door opens to a street like in the movies, clean of people, of cats; except it is your street you are leaving. A visa has been granted, "provisionally"-a fretful word. The windows you have closed behind you are turning pink, doing what they do every dawn. Here it's gray. The door to the taxicab waits. This suitcase, the saddest object in the world. Well, the world's open. And now through the windshield the sky begins to blush as you did when your mother told you what it took to be a woman in this life.
*Copyright © 1995 Mississippi Review.
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1:01 PM
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Monday, August 01, 2005
damn, everyone's gone and got all serial all of a sudden. whatever. a good fight gets so much adrenaline going that it clears everyone's head out, right?
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9:48 PM
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--dried coxcomb--
from Alexander Pope * :
The Power of Ridicule
Ask you what provocation I have had? The strong antipathy of Good to Bad. When Truth or Virtue an affront endures, The affront is mine, my friend, and should be yours. Mine, as foe professed to false pretense, Who think a coxcomb's honour like his sense; Mine, as a friend to every worthy mind; And mine as man, who feel for all mankind. F. You're strangely proud. P. So proud, I am no slave: So impudent, I own myself no knave; So odd, my country's ruin makes me grave. Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me. Safe from the Bar, the Pulpit, and the Throne, Yet touched and shamed by Ridicule alone. O sacred weapon! left for Truth's defense, Sole dread of Folly, Vice, and Insolence! To all but Heaven-directed hands denied, The Muse may give thee, but the God must guide; Reverent I touch thee! but with honest zeal; To rouse the Watchman of the public weal, To Virtue's work provoke the tardy Hall, And goad the Prelate slumbering in his stall. Ye tinsel Insects! whom a Court maintains, That counts your beauties only by your stains, Spin all your cobwebs o'er the eye of day! The Muse's wing shall brush you all away: All his Grace preaches, all his Lordship sings, All that makes Saints of Queens, and Gods of Kings, All, all but Truth, drops dead-born from the press, Like the last Gazette, or the last Address.
(422)
* The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250-1950, Helen Gardner, ed. (Oxford UP, 1972)
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