What better to engage in than parody...taking something beautiful and goofing it up to suit your mood. Over the course of a couple of posts and some aimless emails, you doubtless know that I am flea-bitten. It has now been 21 days and (yes, hit me baby one more time) 3 rounds of doctoring/steroids (plus 2 nights in a hotel, 1 day of flea bombs and 1 visit from an exterminator...oh, and a partridge in a pear tree) since I was victimized by leftover fleas who miss my doggy. Hell, it's awful to be so allergic (a wasp bite will probably kill me -- put that on my tombstone, wouldja?).
So I take the sublime, Rilke and twist it to suit my mood. If you would like to comment, your favorite verse from a well known poem, followed by your own poetic parody on my insect infested state, will give me a chuckle.
Know that, I am currently comfortable and confident in my abode, and the lesions are healing. (e.g. I think I finally defeated it!)
Perhaps all the dragons
in our lives are
princesses
who are only waiting to
see us act, just once,
with beauty and courage.
Perhaps everything that
frightens us is, in its
deepest essence,
something helpless that
wants our love.
Rainer Maria Rilke
in our lives are
princesses
who are only waiting to
see us act, just once,
with beauty and courage.
Perhaps everything that
frightens us is, in its
deepest essence,
something helpless that
wants our love.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Perhaps all the insects
in our lives are
fleas
who are only waiting to
use us as a host, just once
while mourning the doggy.
Perhaps everything that
frightens us is, in its
deepest essence
something tiny that
wants our sanity.
Lynne Quido
(driven to insanity by prednisone)
