In a moment there will be chaos. In a moment there will be a smile and in a moment you will be served a bowl of tears. Now the papers are burning in wastepaper baskets. A melancholy that lurks in an empty room now hangs above us. There are passionate sighs that play from the ghost clarinets. There comes confusion bending upon a broken rod of reason. A rubble of understanding. There is mutiny in the kitchen. The bookstores are empty. They've closed down the gates. The emperor wishes to call the listless knaves. The Queen of Hearts is broken. The Jack of Hearts is caught in the ladies room again. The jokers are clumsy. The Horror, The Horror!
posted by jairaj at Monday, October 13, 2008
5 Comments:
I love this piece- it throws up so many pictures in my head.
delightful piece indeed, splly "There comes confusion bending upon a broken rod of reason." TC
God. This brings back memories. "Mistuh Kurtz dead", was it?
What a deal we made of those thin-seeming words. I remember, a year's worth of conclaves were spent over someone else's Horror, pun intended.
so tyler durden of you..
Inexile..
Interesting.Funny how you get me each time.
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