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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES...Music is the mathematics of the gods = PYTHAGORAS...Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>I think therefore I am troubled = RENEE DESCARTES<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
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Friday, August 8, 2014

The Disclaimer

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I Did Not Exactly "Steal" Dawn Powell's Poem





You are welcome to think otherwise
if that is what it takes to remember
the uber-novelist Dawn Powell.

To understand this disclaimer
please click on the Poem
then return to this page.


I will assume you did just that.



The first verse: Some fine day, you'll have to pay
re-phrases the first words of her novel,
TURN, MAGIC WHEEL

The rest of the poem was inspired by this:

Curiosity is my muse, 
lashing me thousands of miles
across land and sea 
to study a tragic face 
at a bus window, 
not for humanity’s sake 
but for the answer.

Dawn Powell
Turn Magic Wheel
(1936) 

Both images are from here



The next Dawn Powell
page is here.












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4 comments:

  1. It takes most people a liletime to realize
    that humanity is not what it is cracked up to be.
    Optimists are happily sold a bill of goods.

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    1. ...And all non-optimists get their bill of goods
      from professional or social media or some other
      sub-species of humanity.

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    2. Slam, bam no thank you mame.
      Saying no life experiences(?), damn!

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