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.

Jorge wrote:This goes to the guitar players in RM.

You are cursed by a witch and from now on every guitar you ever play for the rest of your life will have five strings. Would you rather lose the high E or the low E?

dad wrote:do you make your bed every day?

if so, do you make it directly after getting out of bed, or do you wait a while?

have you ever gone a day without making, and if so, how'd that feel?

it feels good to get into a bed that's been made.

since i've worked from home (about three years now) i tend to make it a little later in the day, sometimes right before my wife gets home. lately, i've felt lazy, and have been making it first thing in the morning while she takes the dog for a walk.

what about you, RM?

tragabigzanda wrote:High E, no question

Jorge wrote:This goes to the guitar players in RM.

You are cursed by a witch and from now on every guitar you ever play for the rest of your life will have five strings. Would you rather lose the high E or the low E?

BurtReynolds wrote:I ain't doing that shit everyday. They say it's bad for your hair.

BurtReynolds wrote:I ain't doing that shit everyday. They say it's bad for your hair.

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:There is also shave your f*cking head.

spike wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:There is also shave your f*cking head.

*weedwhack

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