Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes divided by 12 or so
After what seems like a lifetime, but was in fact a mere 28 days, the love spec tackler is ready to get back in the game...sort of...
I saw this poem on The Dust Congress. The fact that I had never heard of James Tate before made me realize that I need to study more modern poetry and let the Middle Ages take care of themselves for a while...
Goodtime Jesus
by James Tate
Jesus got up one day a little later than usual. He had been
dreaming so deep there was nothing left in his head. What was
it? A nightmare, dead bodies walking all around him, eyes
rolled back, skin falling off. But he wasn't afraid of that. It
was a beautiful day. How 'bout some coffee? Don't mind
if I do. Take a little ride on my donkey, I love that donkey.
Hell, I love everybody.
posted by yelhsacrow at 6:22 AM
4 Comments:
Cool poem! And glad to see the Love Spectackler back up and running!
Not so far fetched. In our humanness, all is nightmare. In our awakened state, all is love.
Thanks for the interpretation, acp...that's a good one.
Howdy! I've been on blogging vacation too, but I'm glad I came back to find this poem! :)
(I also like the Rent quote in the subject line...)
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