Sang froid, a bloody cold. And I am full of one. I have been up all night sneezing and ...... I will spare you more disgusting details.
So I have not much to say.
Nobody has sent in a great poem in C&W style to match the one I received and posted a few entries back. Last night as I snuffled and sneezed some possibilities bubbled up from beneath the mud that is my mind.
Why don'cha lasso a shootin' star
Go and be Paw to that 'ol mandrake root
Tell me where the lonely trails are
Or who shot Bill Hickok in the foot
Teach me to hear them 'ol coyotes singing
And stop me going back to my gunslinging
And be sure
To outdraw
Ev'ry crooked rustler or outlaw.
I know it is not as good as the Marvel, but what do you expect when I thought of it at 3am between sneezez?
I also toyed with...
Onward, onward rode the 7th Cavalry
Into the arroyo of Death
Injuns to the right of them
Injuns to the left.
But thankfully I gave up on that one.
Talking of cowboys and gunslingers, you may have noticed that I posted some Ed Dorn earlier without saying why.
I had just noticed that he died back in 1999. I thought he was still alive. Though he was born in 1929 I always thought of him as belonging to a younger generation.
Sadly, it was the recent death of Dorothea Tanning that made me look up other writers and artists. I found that Leonora Carrington died in 2011.
Now I know they are gone I miss them both.
Here is a nasty little story by Leonora Carrington about the British upper class and an amoral hyena.
It has always been a favourite of mine.
So I have not much to say.
Nobody has sent in a great poem in C&W style to match the one I received and posted a few entries back. Last night as I snuffled and sneezed some possibilities bubbled up from beneath the mud that is my mind.
Why don'cha lasso a shootin' star
Go and be Paw to that 'ol mandrake root
Tell me where the lonely trails are
Or who shot Bill Hickok in the foot
Teach me to hear them 'ol coyotes singing
And stop me going back to my gunslinging
And be sure
To outdraw
Ev'ry crooked rustler or outlaw.
I know it is not as good as the Marvel, but what do you expect when I thought of it at 3am between sneezez?
I also toyed with...
Onward, onward rode the 7th Cavalry
Into the arroyo of Death
Injuns to the right of them
Injuns to the left.
But thankfully I gave up on that one.
Talking of cowboys and gunslingers, you may have noticed that I posted some Ed Dorn earlier without saying why.
I had just noticed that he died back in 1999. I thought he was still alive. Though he was born in 1929 I always thought of him as belonging to a younger generation.
Sadly, it was the recent death of Dorothea Tanning that made me look up other writers and artists. I found that Leonora Carrington died in 2011.
Now I know they are gone I miss them both.
Here is a nasty little story by Leonora Carrington about the British upper class and an amoral hyena.
It has always been a favourite of mine.