Sverre G Holter, "Gods and Parasites" (Oct 27, 2014)He is almost filthier than
The twenty pigeons that he
Somehow has gathered enough
Scraps to feed.
Almighty to them.
Bringer Of Food.
"Look," someone says,
"Parasites on a parasite!"
I think of gods. And parasites,
Picking laughs from
Their unjudgemental
Hands.
.
And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
Saturday, February 14, 2015
The New Americans
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4 comments:
More echoes of The Threepenny Opera and Mohagonny in settings reminiscent of Gustav Doré!
Nothing jaunty, robust, in-your-face decadence.
...but all the same, with a grain of truth.
Of course! All good comedy contains elements of tragedy and vice versa -- as I'm sure you know.
...and as my most recent post describes. ;)
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