It helps to have a pedigree though some pumpkins live perfectly swell lives without them to grow through litigious lines of aesthetic concepts only to suffer the indignity of Halloween when I was mistaken for my mutt and didn’t bitch much. Kafka was still a puppy and a grey-jowled Tolstoy gnawed his microchip Chekhov’s bite was worse than his bark (he is, of course, a lap dog!) When Adam delved and Eva span, who was then the lit’ry man? one on either foot, well-healed despite the limp it’s better still to have a degree and better still to have integrity that will not submit to such tradition the way Dickens hated America locked in his room the way the public eye narrows and twitches in its burrow the ways of the world (despite all the bitchin’!) still give weight to the papered trail who needs paper toys, when money buries away all the cares of that world and the caves speak of the sea and Spooks is back on the BBC. when the masses bay for blood- a seat in Lords protects the back the way a Commons post cannot - so how much for a pedigree? Do tell me, sir, I’ll write a cheque right now. Let’s barter, then. And decide together. i’ll take russia, you japan, he can have africa, and she the amercias, the cousins can divide up europe, so that leaves the rest to good old uncle george a testament to faith this covenant of chosen whose righteousness steals
31.1: POST-EPIC
Released 1 December 2009 - 1 August 2010Index of Poems
Editor/ Producer: David Prater
Each of the poems in this issue starts with a line from a poem in EPIC. All lines are in fact comments that were added by readers. Scroll down each page to find out who wrote what! Or read the post-epic post-mortem.
though some pumpkins live perfectly swell lives without them
to grow through litigious lines of aesthetic concepts
only to suffer the indignity of Halloween
when I was mistaken for my mutt
and didn't bitch much. Kafka was still a puppy
and a grey-jowled Tolstoy gnawed his microchip
Chekhov's bite was worse than his bark (he is, of course, a lap dog!)
When Adam delved and Eva span, who was then the lit'ry man?
one on either foot, well-healed despite the limp
it's better still to have a degree
and better still to have integrity that will not submit to such tradition
the way Dickens hated America locked in his room
the way the public eye narrows and twitches in its burrow
the ways of the world (despite all the bitchin'!)
still give weight to the papered trail
who needs paper toys, when money buries away all the cares of that world
and the caves speak of the sea
and Spooks is back on the BBC.
when the masses bay for blood-
a seat in Lords protects the back
the way a Commons post cannot -
so how much for a pedigree,?
Do tell me, sir, I'll write a cheque right now.
Let's barter, then.
And decide together.
i'll take russia, you japan, he can have africa, and she the amercias, the cousins can divide up europe, so that leaves the rest to good old uncle george
a testament to faith
this covenant of chosen
whose righteousness steals