Monday, October 18, 2010

“’Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare
’You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair.’
As a duck with its eyelids, so he with his nose
Trims his belt and his buttons, and turns out his toes.
When the sands are all dry, he is gay as a lark,
And will talk in contemptuous tones of the shark;
But, when the tide rises and sharks are around,
His voice has a timid and tremulous sound.”

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Saturday, November 7, 2009

an attached and sorrowing widow.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Friday, October 30, 2009

And bogs and cobblestones become much harder to navigate
then open highways guided by
sinking  water towers.

Stranded in a village

surrounded by cows.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Test Test

Fact: It is not dry in Ireland.