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 07, 2006


    Cowtown Pattie

    Yeah I love that Sangria wine

    Just like I love old friends of mine

    They tell the truth when they're mixed with the wine

    That's why I blend in the lemons and limes

    Whoa oh oh Whoa oh oh I love Sangria wine

    Whoa oh oh Whoa oh oh I love Sangria wine


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