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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    November 20, 2010


    Cowtown Pattie

    From my office large plate glass windows, I have a beautiful view of both the Trinity River and the Clear Fork Branch. Beyond are small but discernable headstones and crosses in the historic Oakwood Cemetery.

    And smack dab between all this awesomeness are the two new junior college downtown campus buildings; "brutalistic" concrete behmouths that literally piss me off every M-F morning.

    I can't stand them, "ugly" is not nearly sufficient an adjective for the crap they are.

    Cowtown Pattie

    my rebuttal

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