since there's been a dearth of posts on this month's topic, and since i can't write just yet, i thought i'd post this little poem about the future:
It's going to happen very soon. The great event which will end the horror. Which will end the sorrow. Next Tuesday, when the sun goes down, I will play the Moonlight Sonata backwards. This will reverse the effects of the world's mad plunge into suffering, for the last 200 million years. What a lovely night that will be. What a sigh of relief, as the senile robins become bright red again, and the retired nightingales, pick up their dusty tails, and assert the majesty of creation!
-leonard cohen, the great event
See You Next Tuesday,
-joseph
4 comments:
Even when you can't write it's good shit.
Welcome back kiddo.
You was missed.
Mwa
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Weiheeheeheeheeered, I came up with the topic while listening to the song 'The future' by Leonard Cohen. Though that poem was quite loverly I still don't think it beats, 'Give me crack and anal sex, take the only tree that's left and stuff it up the whole in your culture'. But then I guess it depends on what you view as a greater event.
"...i can't write just yet... ."
Looking forward that...
in the presumed future.
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Okay,
Father Luke
always good to read. reading helps the writing. hope all is well with you.
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