These dog words spoke to me, Laurence and I'm not even a doggy person. Dogs and salt water waves.
Something definitely going on there. The warning stuff seems to capture it.
On Wed, Oct 3rd, 2012 at 11:33 PM, Lawrence Upton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> A fox terrier is barking at the sea.
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> To dogs, his words might have exact meaning
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> depending on their breed and dialect.
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> It is for them that the dog barks; always;
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> even in his most intimate dealings
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> with Humans, he vocalises for the large pack
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> he fantasises -- from our point of view --
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> the pack which shall be when the world's made right.
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> Some canine thought will not translate that well
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> and seems to us flaccid, like a beach ball
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> that has been punctured by sharp teeth; or dull,
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> like something which one hopes will move, but won't.
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> Nevertheless, I'll try to give the gist.
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> He sings: Oh big area of drab water,
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> I mistrust you. Why do you keep moving?
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> I'm warning you! Be still and let me bite.
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> Ocean, if that's what you are – I doubt it –
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> don't be cowardly. Be still. I may attack.
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> Look at the mess you have made. Pathetic.
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> Is that the best you can do?
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> Disorder?
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> I've seen more chaos in my feeding bowl.
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> Just because there's a lot of you, you know...
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> I'm still warning you! I shall break contact.
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> I shall come back, when I am free, and piss
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> and I shall for a night and for a day
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> until you are polluted and ashamed
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> I will chew you into such little ponds
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> that you will not be coordinated
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> and my friends will come and drink all of you
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> I'm warning you. I don't like your size here
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> Go away now and come back much smaller.
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> I'm warning you. I'm warning you. Stop it.
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