Saturday, October 14, 2006

Emily again

Emily, Emily, I just read in a book catalog where you are quoted as saying "How Strange that Nature does not knock, yet does not intrude".
I suppose I love you for your ethereal qualities and not for any practical reasons (you are dead, after all)
For one thing I love the way you always capitalize nouns. The language must not have been as divorced from it's German roots as it is today.
My capitalization tends to be random when I am writing by hand, but then, my hand writing is illegeble even to me, so it really dosn't matter much.

But Emily, Dear Emily, Nature does not knock, She pounds, blasts, explodes,
And She certainly does intrude
She intrudes roots into one's drainpipes and smashes cats heads.
Among many other things too painful to mention.

I am disappointed that you had not noticed this, but my love is neither diminished nor attenuated. There is a permanent place for you in my heart, behind the bullet proof vest (see previous post "How war damages us all")

Howcome you never write?


Blogger Robin said...

How is your cat?

I love this post, this lament/letter to Emily.

11:21 AM  
Blogger Lane Savant said...

The cat improves. We have to feed him four times a day through a tube in his neck. but his face dosn't hurt as much. We can clean it up a bit. He looks better with the goo and dried blood off.

4:16 PM  

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