Sunday, October 21, 2012

Loopholes


Quick, quick, tie those loose ends up— 
You don’t want them to know who 

Those dangling legs belong to. . . . . . .


5 comments:

  1. those dangling legs
    OH MY
    they belong to (my) 10,000

    Beauties / Muses

    some times I call them
    by their real names

    some time I call her "she"

    they all reside
    in (my) memories

    simultaneously

    so far
    this old man
    has spent his last
    fifty-two years un
    tying those legs

    the last time that I talked to
    her she said:

    "and don't send me anymore of your stupid-fucking poems !
    !call me next week."

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  2. Or, as Louis MacNeice put it:

    Give me a new Muse with stockings and suspenders,
    And a smile like a cat . . .

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  3. A catty muse yes but also one schooled in the fine art of
    ambivalent jurisprudence.

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  4. Back in the merrie old days of medieval warfare, loopholes were the narrow vertical slits from which castle defenders fired arrows at attackers. Dangling legs out those openings would have been an invitation to an amputation. Nowadays though, maybe not so much.

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  5. Tom—
    Now that you mention loopholes, there were men of law in medieval times but they wouldn’t have been caught dead dangling from them, would they? Few castles left now but still a lot of loopholes.

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