(Yes, I quoted this “poet” and this “poem” in my Non-Western World speech about the book Petals of Blood)
both the fake one on here and the IRL one behind the internet curtain, especially when i hit send.
Smoke a bowl and play it loud.
R.I.P Professor. Ginger and Mary Ann are all that’s left.
SPOCK: You’ve done well, Valeris. As your sponsor at the Academy I’ve followed your career with satisfaction. And as a Vulcan, you have exceeded my expectations.
VALERIS: I do not understand this representation.
(referring to a painting on the wall)
SPOCK: It’s a depiction from ancient Earth mythology. ‘The Expulsion from Paradise.’
VALERIS: Why keep it in your quarters?
SPOCK: To be a reminder to me that all things end.
VALERIS: It is of endings that I wish to speak. Sir, I address you as a kindred intellect. Do you not recognise …that a turning point has been reached in the affairs of the Federation?
SPOCK: History is replete with turning points, Lieutenant. You must have faith.
SPOCK: That the universe will unfold as it should.
VALERIS: But is this logical? Surely we must…
SPOCK: Logic? …Logic is the beginning of wisdom, Valeris, not the end.
“Whiskey tit” – Jet Musake, on the occasional perquisites of being breastfed.
Anyway, I’m sitting there explaining to my kid what a fucked up disappointment the entire Panorama album was, let alone the cowboy jingle of T&G, when the lyrics grab me: Continue reading