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.

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.

tree_ wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

tree_ wrote:

tree_ wrote:Applied freeze-off to a couple of skin tags, one huge and one small. What a weird experience. They were actually covered in ice for a bit. Looking forward to them falling off.

they haven't fallen off yet.. just red and sore

Any luck yet, tree?

the big one on my back didn't budge.. might have to try again.. i accidentally burned some skin around it.. gonna not do that next time.. the small skin tag on my neck is slowly falling off, still barely attached and hurts when i tug on it so i'm just gonna leave it alone and wait to see what happens

tragabigzanda wrote:

wease wrote:Yeah. He’s totally confident about fixing the blockage. He’s actually going to fix another that they were initially going to treat with meds. But he was like “while we’re in there…” So she should come out of today’s proceedings even better than originally predicted.

and with a new PJ album to boot!

spike wrote:

96583UP wrote:fantastic weather today

made it a point to get outside

got swoll

got sun

this planet we are on

it is a giant ball of molten rock with thin crispy crust

another giant fireball gives us heat and light

before this all blows up it's nice to look at the plants in the light

and ride bikes

and listen to PJ MTV Unplugged

which i also did today

man Eddie could sing back then

and Dave A, well, we all know

life is good

i am so much happier with sun and good weather

How many MPHs did you get up to during the Porch jam and climax?

wease wrote:Came to hospital this morning because Mema Wease was supposed to have a routine stent placed. They weren’t able to get the stent in. They did some kind of vascular damage while trying. They also made the blockage worse. Went from 95% to 100% blocked. They’re moving her to cardiac ICU. Said high likelihood of her having heart attack now. Will now have to have open-heart to clear blockage but they’ve not given us any kind of timeline as to when that will happen. So just sitting here in ICU waiting room now.