And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced...
Coleridge unleashed- man-made Garden of Eden, Paradise lost, and lots of sex!
That in life's every-day appearances I seemed about this time to gain clear sight Of a new world--a world, too, that was fit To be transmitted, and to other eyes Made visible; as ruled by those fixed laws Whence spiritual dignity originates, Which do both give it being and maintain A balance, an ennobling interchange Of action from without and from within; The excellence, pure function, and best power Both of the objects seen, and eye that sees.
More a propos of the carrot stick/onion ring controversy is this little snipped from Michael Yon (via Glenn Reynolds):
Other AQI edicts included beatings for ... obscene sexual suggestiveness, defined by such “loose” behavior as carrying tomatoes and cucumbers in the same bag.
I'm wondering Bill 'n' Hill have to worry about a fatwa now.
Such was that happy Garden-state While Man there walked without a Mate: After a Place so pure and sweet, What other Help could yet be meet! But twas beyond a Mortal's share To wander solitary there: Two Paradises twere in one To live in Paradise alone.
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Maybe not distinct words, but murmurings, sighs, soughs and susurration, surely.
Take all the time you need.
Finally -- more vegetable porn!!!!
I’M IN TEH PAVILION
HIDIN FUM UR CAMRA
In Xanadu did Kublai Kahn,
a Stately pleasure dome decree
I can almost hear the cicadas
In Xanadu...
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced...
Coleridge unleashed- man-made Garden of Eden, Paradise lost, and lots of sex!
The sky was white,
The veggies green,
Soft sussurations
Swam between.
Perhaps a haiku:
Onion rings in summer
We crunch carrot sticks as well
So humid, so warm.
Second try.
The sky was white,
The veggies green,
A sweet retreat
There, in between.
"Time to seek refuge in the wordless world."
After all, what are words worth really?
That in life's every-day appearances
I seemed about this time to gain clear sight
Of a new world--a world, too, that was fit
To be transmitted, and to other eyes
Made visible; as ruled by those fixed laws
Whence spiritual dignity originates,
Which do both give it being and maintain
A balance, an ennobling interchange
Of action from without and from within;
The excellence, pure function, and best power
Both of the objects seen, and eye that sees.
And yet...obscenities lurk in every shadow.
More a propos of the carrot stick/onion ring controversy is this little snipped from Michael Yon (via Glenn Reynolds):
Other AQI edicts included beatings for ... obscene sexual suggestiveness, defined by such “loose” behavior as carrying tomatoes and cucumbers in the same bag.
I'm wondering Bill 'n' Hill have to worry about a fatwa now.
Enjoy; make sure to tuck mammaries in drawer before exiting private space.
Such was that happy Garden-state
While Man there walked without a Mate:
After a Place so pure and sweet,
What other Help could yet be meet!
But twas beyond a Mortal's share
To wander solitary there:
Two Paradises twere in one
To live in Paradise alone.
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