5/5/08

I dream of an oar

"My poetry costs me endless
labor. I sit down to it...like the
galley-slave to his oar."

- William Butler Yeats

14 comments:

Anonymous said...

"My poetry costs me endless
suff'ring. I sit down to it...like the
Simpson to his sofa."

- William Buster Beats

CarolynArtist said...

"Thufferin Thuccotash"
-Sylvester the cat

CarolynArtist said...

An oar washed up o'er the shore
-Carolyn at OBX

Anonymous said...

Hi Jack, I tried to send you an e-mail to your hotmail acct, but it kept being rejected... Guess I didn't send you enough for the Jimmy fund. I just wanted to tell you that you are free to stay with us while you're on the left coast... we're looking forward to seeing you! Bev

Sandy Underpants said...

a veterinary dental hygienist with an alternating stutter and lisp, meanders through a dog kennel lost in thought, dreaming of big city life ...she breaks into song.

CarolynArtist said...

Suburban house wife-artist ISO air horn for rent. Need ASAP

Anonymous said...

Betcha Yeats ain't doin' much rowin' these days!

Anonymous said...

Hey Wifey, Wish you and Connor were coming with Jack..... Miss you! Bev

CarolynArtist said...

Did Jack's left hand quit working? I'm jonesin for some Jack!

Mike said...

I dream of a new post.

CarolynArtist said...

Crikey I dream of Jack writing another poem! (he is toying with us)

CarolynArtist said...

My Bonny Lies Over the Ocean


My Bonny lies over the ocean,
My Bonny Lies over the sea,
My Bonny lies over the ocean,
Oh, bring back my Bonny to me.


Bring back, bring back,
Oh bring back my bonny to me, to me,
Bring back, bring back,
Oh bring back my bonny to me, to me.

Sandy Underpants said...

yo Jack, that game of hide and seek ended months ago. din't ya hear the come out come out whereever you are?

Garth said...

I know whatcha mean...