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.

wease wrote:Dang. Jealous. We were gonna try to go next year, but it just got too expensive. Hopefully we’ll get to go once the kids are out of the house.

E.H. Ruddock wrote:My stepson from my previous marriage goes for a month once a year with his wife to Japan. They are currently in Kyoto and said it is their favorite of all of the places they've visited.

daft twat wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:My stepson from my previous marriage goes for a month once a year with his wife to Japan. They are currently in Kyoto and said it is their favorite of all of the places they've visited.

Is Kyoto the place the US removed from possible a-bomb targets during WWII because it was deemed too beautiful?

daft twat wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:My stepson from my previous marriage goes for a month once a year with his wife to Japan. They are currently in Kyoto and said it is their favorite of all of the places they've visited.

Is Kyoto the place the US removed from possible a-bomb targets during WWII because it was deemed too beautiful?

Bammer wrote:

daft twat wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:My stepson from my previous marriage goes for a month once a year with his wife to Japan. They are currently in Kyoto and said it is their favorite of all of the places they've visited.

Is Kyoto the place the US removed from possible a-bomb targets during WWII because it was deemed too beautiful?

Kyoto? As in Tokyo spelled backwards? Sounds made up.

Jorge wrote:

Bammer wrote:

daft twat wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:My stepson from my previous marriage goes for a month once a year with his wife to Japan. They are currently in Kyoto and said it is their favorite of all of the places they've visited.

Is Kyoto the place the US removed from possible a-bomb targets during WWII because it was deemed too beautiful?

Kyoto? As in Tokyo spelled backwards? Sounds made up.

Tokyo spelled backwards is Oykot

spike wrote:

Jorge wrote:

Bammer wrote:

daft twat wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:My stepson from my previous marriage goes for a month once a year with his wife to Japan. They are currently in Kyoto and said it is their favorite of all of the places they've visited.

Is Kyoto the place the US removed from possible a-bomb targets during WWII because it was deemed too beautiful?

Kyoto? As in Tokyo spelled backwards? Sounds made up.

Tokyo spelled backwards is Oykot

At least he can sort of read forwards.

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.