a fool in the forest


  • A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the
    A motley fool; a miserable world!
    As I do live by food, I met a fool
    Who laid him down and bask'd him
        in the sun,
    And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good
    In good set terms and yet a motley

    As You Like It,
    Act II, Scene 7

    L'homme y passe à travers des
        forêts de symboles
    Qui l'observent avec des regards

    Les Fleurs du Mal,

    [T]here is almost no subject-matter, and what little one can disentangle is foolish....
    One would call the style verbose, except that by definition verbosity is the use of words in excess of the occasion, and there seems to be no occasion.

    Yvor Winters,
    Forms of Discovery, Ch. 7

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    February 23, 2005


    David Giacalone

    Although "postdiluvian" may be a bit premature, George, it's never too soon to share a haiku moment. Thanks.


    Mathematicians, they
    Deal with fractals
    But not double-dactyls
    Like some Fools we know.

    What could be neater
    Than using this meter?
    A sestine could be sweeter,
    But then again, no.

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