The sign held outside of Planned Parenthood said:
PLEASE PRAY
ABORTIONS ARE
PERFORMED TODAY
And everyone who drove by prayed as hard as they could for speedy abortions.
Showing posts with label Funning with Form. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Funning with Form. Show all posts
Saturday, May 02, 2009
Sunday, February 08, 2009
RNC Chair Michael Steele: Government Jobs Don't Count
Harrogate is glad the RNC selected Michael Steele as its chair. This brief, humorous clip is a very clear articulation of the rigid doctrinalism that has long infested the Republican Party.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
A Paradelle for Roof Almighty, Because Roof Once Indicated on Facebook That He Likes Paradelles
A lot of the scholarship on this poem, ranging from Collins' own words to a Wikipedia entry, suggests the poet was not being serious with this poem, but was rather Funning with Form. But hey. Make your own call.
"A Paradelle for Susan"
by Billy Collins
"A Paradelle for Susan"
by Billy Collins
I remember the quick, nervous bird of your love.
I remember the quick, nervous bird of your love.
Always perched on the thinnest, highest branch.
Always perched on the thinnest, highest branch.
Thinnest love, remember the quick branch.
Always nervous, I perched on your highest bird the.
—
It is time for me to cross the mountain.
It is time for me to cross the mountain.
And find another shore to darken with my pain.
And find another shore to darken with my pain.
Another pain for me to darken the mountain.
And find the time, cross my shore, to with it is to.
—
The weather warm, the handwriting familiar.
The weather warm, the handwriting familiar.
Your letter flies from my hand into the waters below.
Your letter flies from my hand into the waters below.
The familiar waters below my warm hand.
Into handwriting your weather flies you letter the from the.
—
I always cross the highest letter, the thinnest bird.
Below the waters of my warm familiar pain,
Another hand to remember your handwriting.
The weather perched for me on the shore.
Quick, your nervous branch flew from love.
Darken the mountain, time and find was my into it was with to to.
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