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Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Sweet Thursday
What happened in between
the troubled life of Joseph and Mary
hooptedoodle
there would be no game.
Enter Suzy - the creative cross
tinder is as tinder does
the great Roque war
whom the gods love, they drive nuts
there's a hole in reality through which
we can look if we wish.
Hazel's brooding flower
in a crannied wall
parallels must be related:
lousy Wednesday: the playing fields of
Harrow: the little flowers of Saint Mack.
Suzy binds the cheese
a pause in the day's occupation
sweet Thursday, sweet Thursday
sweet Thursday was
one hell of a day.
Chapter titles 1-21 from John Steinbeck's 1954 novel Sweet Thursday. Submitted by Victoria Bean.
Monday, March 3, 2014
THIS IS NOT A LOVE THING - The Harlot�s Progress 2014
1. Arrival in London
Boy have you been a lucky girl
new in town and everybody�s
darling: love, desire and a tender
touch always has the boys high
for candy kisses, little miss.
Beware the late night
luxury love, enjoy the
good times - for a day.
2. Quarrel with her protector
Introducing a girl in a million.
A young mistress, tamed and trained
with a luxury new apartment
and a wardrobe full of fun and games.
She�s fresh and lovely, a cherry ripe
English rose. Fresh and green
she must be seen.
3. Apprehended by a Magistrate
Come on gentlemen
report now!
She�s a genuine siren
talented and in control.
Urgent, be warned � your afternoon
fun just got sensored:
it�s playtime with visiting
magistrates now!!
4. Scene in Bridewell
So, a total transformation for
the country girl � complete captivation
caged amd reduced to tears. A taste of
no mercy, a broken sentence.
Bow and show repentance.
5. She expires while doctors quarrel
Great, she�s back!
In town, in pain. Feel
the sensation � it�s agony
she has friends: caring,
friendly and understanding
a lifetime too late. Ouch!
6. The funeral
Demonstrate respect for the
pleasure princess. This is not
a love thing, she�s heaven bound �
it�s judgement day for all.
Relax Venus
and enjoy the rest.
Taken from a series of 'tart cards' found in London phone boxes. The poem is a take on The Harlot's Progress by William Hogarth, using his original titles and featuring the found text to tell the story of each print. Submitted by Victoria Bean.
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