QUESTS AND ANTS"If I pile wooden chairs one ontop of another until there's atall tower of chairs and I stand on thetop chair will I see heaven?""There are thirteen hungry tigers in the forests of Rangoon""Did I ask about Rangoon? Is Rangoona sector of heaven? Do theymake chairs there?""Affability is its own reward""Would enough dolphins gettingtogether with the Navy beable to learn English?""Chili peppers added to the sauce bringa definite tang where beforetang wasn't""Should I direct my questions toan expert on the subject by which I meanmaybe an expert on chairs or betteran expert on heaven?""It's all a matter of directionor indirectionso if you take off on an indirectionyou might get there quicker""Should substance precede style orstyle substance?""Shhhthe tigers of Rangoon arewaking upso I suggest we bothslink off silently andindustriously on ourcurious quests as sincere in ourquests as ants are in theirssingly or in pairs"
What is a speaker?A hare is a phone call.What is a blister?A trope is a sequin.What is a hurricane?The end is a hare.What is an absolute?The moon is a hurricane.What is a sequin?An absolute is the end.What is a trope?A mint is a speaker.What is a phone call?A cupcake is a lottery.What is the moon?A hurricane is a blister.What is a mint?A speaker is the moon.What is the end? A sequin is a cupcake.What is a lottery?A blister is a trope.What is a cupcake? A lottery is an absolute.What is a hare?A phone call is a mint.
T.S. Eliot, "The Waste Land," lines 111-138. Do it now!http://www.bartleby.com/201/1.html
*rib ticklerwill you come to bed?will you come to forgive a seed that won’t take root,the absence of pitter pats, and the silence of no jokes?why is six afraid of seven?what’s this fly doing in my soup?seven ate nine, the backstroke,the song that doesn’t end.
unreasonable questions re: the nature of realityI must like to ask you thingsthat I know you won’t answerlike, won’t or can’t?are still things really motionless?or are they like far awaystars, airplanes, and cloudsthat seem to be frozen whenthey’re rushing,or seem to be rushing when they’re still(I didn’t think the light wood bodyof your guitar could possibly be a statueeven only 5 feet away)and how can I listento my own ears like seashells?and does light movelike the eyes in a painting?I know it’s me moving, butmy imagination Is following me.
Could you rub my back?it's sore from all that i carrydon't you see me struggle?the weight is too muchi could use your help. i am crumbling