Fast Day 7 July 20, 2007

How many poems would there be had I started this fast back when this unending war began? Anyhow, my latest assault upon the coy Muses:
http://peace-weaving.blogspot.com/2007/07/fast-day-7-july-20-2007.html
Fast Day 7 July 20, 2007  
Ferlinghetti's Big Bang  
I didn’t get much sleep last night, thinking about dark matter.
I mean, what if it isn’t there after all?
suppose we have to back to square one and start all over?
sometimes I think that my cosmology should square one back to Apollo and his sister Artemis;
to Zeus and Hera enthroned upon heighty Olympus; where I would wear a long locked wig…
and rest upon my weighty book; a sybilline caricature of rest, captured in a toga net…
Sybil of mantic prose... Sybil of the Day... Peregrinus expectavi pedes meos in cymbalis weary from my writing, hung-over with heavy eyes… wine stains splashed upon my prophecy! Ahhh…what’s the use? let me see…where is that scrap? that thing foreseen? If I could only remember…or find the damned cocktail napkin of the gods where I chained my promethean thought in a wicket of adamantine inks!!

I’ll get a ticket to Cumaea and go by Greyhound bus to the dark matter casino and act like Apuleius’ ass bewitched by powers I cant resist!