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Lynette Houssarini
14 years ago
i know! i know!
the chirping bird THAT KNOWS THE TRUTH in panel #3 is the very “thing with feathers” that emily dickinson wrote about in her pome.
which means the thing with feathers’ name is h.o.p.e.
(she) perches in the soul— and sings the tune without the words— and never stops—at all— and sweetest—in the gale—is heard— and sore must be the storm— that could abash the little bird that kept so many warm—
miss dickinson may not be everyones cup of tea, but i think thats the right answer.
oh, youre all welcome.
tone16g
14 years ago
Ah yes, those poor b’staahds in Libya – trumped by a bigger news story (with pictures and videos!!) and shuffled off to the too-hard basket of history. It’s a toss-up as to which is the bigger tragedy – the one we can watch, or the impending one we may never get to see.
drmick
14 years ago
It used to be the difference between Mugabe and Fat Cat;
now it is about Gadaffi and Fat Cat.
Gadaffi has to buy friends, and he has oil money to do it.
Hare comes WW3
Holden Back
14 years ago
Just you wait, April is the cruellest month . . .
twobob
14 years ago
“It’s all good, my greed and your willful ignorance allows us both to imagine a scenario that bears no semblance to reality”.
i know! i know!
the chirping bird THAT KNOWS THE TRUTH in panel #3 is the very “thing with feathers” that emily dickinson wrote about in her pome.
which means the thing with feathers’ name is h.o.p.e.
(she) perches in the soul— and sings the tune without the words— and never stops—at all— and sweetest—in the gale—is heard— and sore must be the storm— that could abash the little bird that kept so many warm—
miss dickinson may not be everyones cup of tea, but i think thats the right answer.
oh, youre all welcome.
Ah yes, those poor b’staahds in Libya – trumped by a bigger news story (with pictures and videos!!) and shuffled off to the too-hard basket of history. It’s a toss-up as to which is the bigger tragedy – the one we can watch, or the impending one we may never get to see.
It used to be the difference between Mugabe and Fat Cat;
now it is about Gadaffi and Fat Cat.
Gadaffi has to buy friends, and he has oil money to do it.
Hare comes WW3
Just you wait, April is the cruellest month . . .
“It’s all good, my greed and your willful ignorance allows us both to imagine a scenario that bears no semblance to reality”.