A Diller ...

"Twittering, I do, for I am a Twittering
My tale for you, for me,
A scribbler I be.

And as you surely see, scribble
I do ~ Both in silvered air, as well,
My silver screen.

And papyrus, too, knows my words ~ Reeds,
A Devlin, a very wise,
Clever gentleman, too,
Dennis, a scoundrel, of a scholar,

A diller,
A dollar, O, know, I follow

You ~
Lead ...

My wood ~ winded instrument, my Orphic lyre,
Blewing
Wing ...

Mum said to me ..."
~ Twittering

"Writers write."
~ Anne Bernays

"But, O, see?
Me, too, a writer, for many words
Now I write. My best, I do ~ But O,
Know ~ Whether my best be good enough for Thee,
I do not know.

Me, I just try to weather the weather,
My tossing sea, my frail vessel,
My letters to you ~

Raving, you,
Your honesty I require ~ Who,
You?"
~ Twittering

*

"Male for female,
We all identify with Orpheus.
He is the one who feels overwhelmed by grief

.... More importantly, he is the one is alive.
But what about Eurydice?

Hers is the journey to death and forgetting.
In 'Orpheus. Eurydice.

Hermes.' Ranier Maria Rilke, a less optimistic fellow
Than Ovid, tells the story

From her point of view.
As the poem opens..."

~ Nancy Hathaway,
From "A Friendly Guide to Mythology"
[p. 259]

"But O, Ms.
Hathaway, indeed, I know, your booked account,
Recounts

Not your view, as here, between those covers,
You recount Rilke's

View of Eurydice, thusly ~ A medium,
A historian, you!

If all were told ~

Eurydice, or the Furry Dance, or just a pair
Of dice unrolled?

Or perhaps a hermetic seal broken, ripped open,
Light unleashed?

For all told, after

All points of view seen through ~
All persona accounted for,
All perspectives sited,

An insightful scene, a serious stage
Set

.... A
New mythology? As, you've aptly told

The old,
Our mythic history hitherto.

.... and what now,

If I told
You by telephone ~ Our past lights
Another constellation, a Starry

Principality?"
~ Twittering

*

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"I'm eighteen years behind in my ironing.
There's no use doing it now,

It doesn't fit anybody I know."
~ Phyliss Diller

"The Mystery of Irma Vep & Fob
And shorter bursting gamma rays solved ~
I thought it fairly odd,

Quite frankly, charming ****ing weird,
When giddy mice on wings appeared,
Flying from the foggy
Bog, abducted

Me, their wily seduction, their laughter
Rattling forest leaves, a haunting on Hallow's Eve,
Too giddy for any good ~

One dark night, the night I foraged
I ingested, Absinthe, LSD, THC,
The night The Spinning Celestial Globe resolved,

Triple time, by Triple Sec chased, revolved.
The odds, for any evening,
Such as that, what ~ ? Playing field, leveled,
Or moon beam balanced, grinning
Out of season ~ ?

If so, for what silly reason,
For what Philosophical Raison D'etre ~ ?
~ Shy Buck

"Taste and See ~ The Song of Farewell, sung in Paradisum,
Panis Angelicus, on eagle's wings."
~ White Stag

Twittering One wrote:
"I'm eighteen years behind in my ironing.
There's no use doing it now,

It doesn't fit anybody I know."
~ Phyliss Diller


Did you know that my Viking ancestors invented ironing?

That's a fact.

They were ruthless and bloodthirsty and cruel and berserk,

But they never went into battle with a wrinkled shirt!

Double-A

"No squirrel went abroad.
I own my own spruce
In fair Morning Wood.

A broad perspective,
My view, Morning Wood.
My archive, riffled

By needles fine, pine
Breeze whistles my spruce,
My echo, echoes me,

Hear, I know, I see ~
No squirrel went abroad.

From my spruce, my view
Broad, fair, known Truth
Earned I, my travels,

Our travails, our trails,
Twittering and I
Looking earnestly.

Fearlessly searching
For Leonardo.
No squirrel went abroad.

Hear, I know, I see ~
From my perch, my spruce,

My hard ~ earned, O,
I know The Truth.
O, I know The Whole.

No squirrel went abroad.
Perspective, all mine,
My fine mind, says Mum,

Non Pareil, very broad,
My panorama ~
No squirrel went abroad.

Folly is my name.
I am a goose, too."
~ Folly

"A very, very wise
Goose, too, Folly,
You are."
~ Mum

"Very pretty goose, too,
Perched so prettily
Up in your spruce tree."
~ Capsicum

"As wise
As Who,

As pretty
As Twittering ~ ?"
~ Folly

"O, yes."
~ Mum & Capsicum

"I do
Do my best."
~ Folly

*

"You just have to have faith.
Faith is a beautiful thing,
O, don't you know?

'Faith,' i.e.
The inability to apply reason and logic,
Is a mental defect
Caused by a run ~ away gullibility gene.

Well, that, plus
They're an excellent substitute
For pork ..."
~ Jack Gillen

"!Bork! !Bork! !Bork!"
~ Lawrence,
With a taste for ashberries