What’s madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day’s on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall.
That place among the rocks—is it a cave,
Or winding path? The edge is what I have.
9 comments:
Oy, poor Teddy, spinning in his grave.
He'll adjust.
I FUCKING LOVE this
I was just now wondering what happened to Chubawumba because I fell down again and got up again and I was just now asking, "How do you say bomb?" Across the lands, all the lands, all the bombs, how do you say it? For the song La Bomba, you know para bailar la bomba. Turns out most of them do not get the idea of a bomb is to scatter crap around and kill people, they say the word more like the word "cold" with closed fists not opened. Come one, a bomb should end in open hands, not fists, don't you think? Yet most of them do. Most countries indicate through sign no experience with real bombs.
Probably the closed fist indicates the bomb before it goes off.
I just looked, bombe, as in a spherical, ice cream filled dessert first was representative of a cannonball.
Compare with bath bomb, compressed epsom salts and other stuff that fizzes before dissolving in the bath water.
How would you say 'the bomb exploded'?
I like how you're mixing music with poetry, deborah.
Cherry Bomb! The education of deborah continues...
@ 11:19 thanks!
@deborah: The scantily clad singer of "The Runaways" went on to become a chainsaw carving artist. Joan Jett is still Joan Jett.
Nice work, but that sure came out of left field :)
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