Posts from the ‘Humour’ Category
“On the whole, human beings want to be good, but not too good, and not quite all the time.” —George Orwell
Yes, wee people,
the Elf Sat is cool,
unlike that beater
of Big Brother’s.
Brainchild of three
Twee elves from Thule,
unobserved by Cruel
Not to expose your true feelings to an adult seems to be instinctive from the age of seven or eight onwards
“Man can never expect to start from scratch; he must start from ready-made things, like even his own mother and father.” —Marcel Duchamp
READER: “Mack was hauling an oversize load, bumping over a hump in the road, when he saw, on an old commode, a word scrawled in paint, bold, not faint: ‘Dump’
DIRECTOR: Superbe! j’adore! continue…
In French, there is an old expression, la patte, meaning the artist’s touch, his personal style, his ‘paw’. I wanted to get away from la patte and from all that retinal painting
“If you are writing about baloney, don’t try and make it Cornish hen, because that’s the worst kind of baloney there is. Just make it darn good baloney.” —Leo Burnett
Grill ice-cold cuts on low heat:
subdue spitting blistering fat,
like stinging zingers in a spat.
Thaw if frozen. Warm for treats.
No matter how you slice it, it’s still baloney.
We played and stomped the ground on the range we once roamed
Squeezing music in and out made a wheezy moan
Breezes teasing reedy grasses, weaving a tune
Down-to-earth as cow pies on a June afternoon
Work and pray, live on hay, you’ll get pie in the sky when you die.
Seer’s eyes prognosticate
Reading signs of prophesy
Previewing what comes to be
As yesterday’s ills recede
There’s no present. There’s only the immediate future and the recent past.