Hey, jp, let's talk about eecummings...No. Let's not. He's a poet.
Let's talk about archy (Don Marquis, archy and mehitable, Doubleday, 1930). He's a cockroach.
"We came into our room earlier than usual in the morning, and discovered a gigantic cockroach jumping about upon the keys.
He did not see us, and we watched him. He would climb painfully upon the framework of the machine and cast himself with all his force upon a key, head downward, and his weight and the impact of the blow were just sufficient to operate the machine, one slow letter after another. He could not work the capital letters, and he had a great deal of difficulty operating the mechanism that shifts the paper so that a fresh line may be started. We never saw a cockroach work so hard or perspire so freely in all our lives before. After about an hour of this frightfully difficult literary labor he fell to the floor exhausted, and we saw him creep feebly into a nest of the poems which are always there in profusion.
Congratulating ourself that we had left a sheet of paper in the machine the night before so that all this work had not been in vain, we made an examination, and this is what we found:
expression is the need of my soul
i was once a vers libre bard
but i died and my soul went into the body of a cockroach
it has given me a new outlook upon life..."
If I say I doubt you are the reincarnation of eecummings, I may be cited for flaming. So, I won't say that. We have left eecummings aside, because he is a poet.
But, may I ask if you are the reembodiment of archy? Archy, the cockroach.
Do you hop around the keyboard casting your weight upon single letters and wait till the morning crew discovers your creations?
This cannot be an inane affectation, can it? One, you are not a poet; and Two, you appear to be verbal. So, if the big flashlight in the sky done shined upon you, would it see: a cockroach?
Archy's spirit should be perpetuated, He used to say, of mehitabel, whatthehell whatthehell whatthehell, theres a dance in the old dame yet.
Is that, jpmac, where it's at? Are you a literary legend in real time? gsm
Deepest respect, if it's true. gsm |
