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Sonnet Incorporating a Poem by James Tate They didn't have much trouble teaching the ape to write poems: first they strapped him into the chair, then tied the pencil around his hand (the paper had already been nailed down). Then Dr. Bluespire leaned over his shoulder and whispered into his ear: "You look like a god sitting there. Why don't you try writing something?" The ape, deep in thought, swatted idly at his ear, thinking Bluespire's buzzing was that of a mosquito. The pencil he held seemed archaic, too crude an instrument for his thoughts. Bluespire had always been a pest, wanting the ape to do this and do that. Always jotting down notes, as though anything he learned from his observations might somehow advance his race, his species. As though humanity might somehow be saved from its fate by just any old ape. Hal Halvard Johnson ================ [log in to unmask] http://sites.google.com/site/halvardjohnson/Home http://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com http://www.hamiltonstone.org