Red Mosquito

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tragabigzanda wrote:

epilogue wrote:Skeezy LA name-dropping assholes who think they're better than everyone else

is this about Bill Simmons

Ello Sailor wrote:What about skeezy BA name-dropping assholes who think they're better than everyone else?

B wrote:

Ms Harmless wrote:people describing things as "mid"

I've never heard anyone over the age 16 do that.

Ms Harmless wrote:

B wrote:

Ms Harmless wrote:people describing things as "mid"

I've never heard anyone over the age 16 do that.

oh they do

B wrote:

Ms Harmless wrote:

B wrote:

Ms Harmless wrote:people describing things as "mid"

I've never heard anyone over the age 16 do that.

oh they do

Then your hatred is not irrational.

Ello Sailor wrote:Hating on African-American Vernacular English? Nice one, bigots.

epilogue wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:What about skeezy BA name-dropping assholes who think they're better than everyone else?

BA?

Bammer wrote:

epilogue wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:What about skeezy BA name-dropping assholes who think they're better than everyone else?

BA?

That would be Boz Angeles, Montana

epilogue wrote:

B wrote:

Ms Harmless wrote:

B wrote:

Ms Harmless wrote:people describing things as "mid"

I've never heard anyone over the age 16 do that.

oh they do

Then your hatred is not irrational.

I'm not sure I've ever heard it. What's the context? What does "mid" mean?

Ms Harmless wrote:people describing things as "mid"

B wrote:

epilogue wrote:

B wrote:

Ms Harmless wrote:

B wrote:

Ms Harmless wrote:people describing things as "mid"

I've never heard anyone over the age 16 do that.

oh they do

Then your hatred is not irrational.

I'm not sure I've ever heard it. What's the context? What does "mid" mean?

It means something sucks.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

Jorge wrote:

Ms Harmless wrote:people describing things as "mid"

Extremely annoying

I enjoyed this video essay about it. It's about its use in music, but the word is also everywhere in online film circles