"When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it --lie down for an aeon or two. Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew..." ~Rudyard Kipling~
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Playing Cyrano
For the last few evenings, I have had fun playing a mysterious poet of dark repute on a poetry blog. It's driving the hostess batty not knowing whence came this umbrageous bard. And yet, she is awaiting my return.
The site is intentionally left out, Carol, for good reasons.
I fell into this Emerald City and played my part too well. Someone has shown a keen interest to the gibberish I have been writing. It is getting close to that time for my leaving Oz and going back to Kansas, Toto.
And you don't say where...
ReplyDeleteThe site is intentionally left out, Carol, for good reasons.
ReplyDeleteI fell into this Emerald City and played my part too well. Someone has shown a keen interest to the gibberish I have been writing. It is getting close to that time for my leaving Oz and going back to Kansas, Toto.
Let's see...where are my red slippers?