Thought of diapers?
At 06:57 PM 4/6/2008, you wrote:
>Like most poems about horses seated on trains - no matter how
>handsome the horse and smart the line - Arp fails to deal with the
>decorum of how to handle horse shit.
>
> I have always kept my horse off the train and, preferably, either
> in the barn or in the field, and, when in town, we have special
> places 'to tether'.
>
> We know how to fun and not raise a stink at the same time. Yeah,
> we be uppity, me and my horse.
>
> Stephen
>
>Halvard Johnson <[log in to unmask]> wrote: Are we really done
>with train poems already?
>
>Here's one by another:
>
>
>I am a horse
>
>I travel in a train
>that is overcrowded
>in my compartment
>each seat is taken by a woman
>with a man sitting on her lap
>the air is unbearably tropical
>all the travellers have an enormous appetite
>they eat without ceasing
>suddenly the men
>begin to whimper
>and long for the maternal breast
>they unbutton the women's blouses
>and suck the fresh milk to their hearts' content
>I alone do not suck
>nor am I suckled
>nobody sits on my lap
>and I'm not on anyone's lap
>because I am a horse
>immense and upright I sit
>with my hind-legs up on the train seat
>and comfortably lean
>on my fore-legs
>I whinny a raucous neigh neigh neigh
>on my breast glitter
>the sex buttons of sex appeal
>in neat little rows
>like the glittering buttons on uniforms
>oh summertime
>oh wide wide world
>
>--Hans Arp
>
>
>Hal
>
>Halvard Johnson
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