This Is Just To Say
I have taken
the post-its
that were in
your drawer
and which
you were probably
saving
for your own trial
Forgive me
they were perfect
so well proportioned to fit on my jury sheet
and so yellow
I have taken
the post-its
that were in
your drawer
and which
you were probably
saving
for your own trial
Forgive me
they were perfect
so well proportioned to fit on my jury sheet
and so yellow
Pronounced "Patter-EE-koh"
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You’re supposed to leave that message on a post-it on the doorframe.
nk (875f57) — 4/21/2012 @ 9:53 amIs it time?
daleyrocks (bf33e9) — 4/21/2012 @ 9:55 amForget it, daleyrocks, now we’ll need to rely on the Lichtensteinians.
nk (875f57) — 4/21/2012 @ 10:03 am“memo to self” time
Colonel Haiku (485f1f) — 4/21/2012 @ 10:23 amdon’t leave post-it reminders
in my office desk
How did communication happen prior to the little yellow sticky?
Dianna (f12db5) — 4/21/2012 @ 10:27 ambang-yao liu knows from post-its, he does
happyfeet (3c92a1) — 4/21/2012 @ 11:16 amHow did communication happen prior to the little yellow sticky?
Comment by Dianna — 4/21/2012 @ 10:27 am
so much depends
upon
a yellow sticky
note
covered with red
pen
beside the white
no one you know (498806) — 4/21/2012 @ 11:17 ampaper
Remember those AOSHQ poetry slams mocking some topic du jour Ace’d picked? They were fun.
Hmmm, wonder who needs mocking today?
no one you know (498806) — 4/21/2012 @ 11:25 amThis is my favorite parody of that William Carlos Williams poem (by Kenneth Koch):
I chopped down the house that you had been saving to live in next summer.
I am sorry, but it was morning, and I had nothing to do
and its wooden beams were so inviting.
We laughed at the hollyhocks together
and then I sprayed them with lye.
Forgive me. I simply do not know what I am doing.
I gave away the money that you had been saving to live on for the next ten years.
The man who asked for it was shabby
and the firm March wind on the porch was so juicy and cold.
Last evening we went dancing and I broke your leg.
no one you know (498806) — 4/21/2012 @ 11:30 amForgive me. I was clumsy and
I wanted you here in the wards, where I am the doctor.
A parody of a favorite boy poem, NOYK. Might not be safe for work, profanity and violent imagery:
nk (875f57) — 4/21/2012 @ 11:38 amhttp://www.winningwriters.com/contests/wergle/2005/we05_farrell.php
NOYK – I knew the Kochtopus was involved somehow!
daleyrocks (bf33e9) — 4/21/2012 @ 11:44 amComment by nk — 4/21/2012 @ 11:38 am
Heh, nk – liked that poem in college. Will see you an Alan Farrell and raise you a John Lloyd Williams (safe for work).
no one you know (498806) — 4/21/2012 @ 11:52 amNOYK – I knew the Kochtopus was involved somehow!
Comment by daleyrocks — 4/21/2012 @ 11:44 am
It does sound like something the eeeevil Koch brothers would do, doesn’t it (heh, wasn’t familiar w/ that term — far lefties are so good at equating their opponents with animals…)
no one you know (498806) — 4/21/2012 @ 11:55 amHeh, heh.
nk (875f57) — 4/21/2012 @ 11:58 amI’m digging this post. I am not certain of its meaning but I think it means Patterico will be lowering the boom on someone soon.
Noodles (3681c4) — 4/21/2012 @ 12:24 pmBest user comments ever?… just found this too funny to pass up…
VEET for Men: Do NOT Put On Knob and Bollocks!
“Being a loose cannon who does not play by the rules the first thing I did was ignore the warning and smear this all over my knob and bollocks. The bollocks I knew and loved are gone now. In their place is a maroon coloured bag of agony which sends stabs of pain up my body every time it grazes against my thigh or an article of clothing. I am suffering so that you don’t have to. Heed my lesson. DO NOT PUT ON KNOB AND BOLLOCKS.
(I am giving this product a 5 because despite the fact that I think my bollocks might fall off, they are now completely hairless.) ”
http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B000KKNQBK/ref=tsm_1_fb_lk
Colonel Haiku (2d4f2a) — 4/21/2012 @ 12:45 pmVEET for Men: Do NOT Put On Knob and Bollocks!
“Being a loose cannon who does not play by the rules the first thing I did was ignore the warning and smear this all over my knob and bollocks. The bollocks I knew and loved are gone now. In their place is a maroon coloured bag of agony which sends stabs of pain up my body every time it grazes against my thigh or an article of clothing. I am suffering so that you don’t have to. Heed my lesson. DO NOT PUT ON KNOB AND BOLLOCKS.
Okay. This is funny. Waxing is much easier.
JD (9e6048) — 4/21/2012 @ 12:53 pmI’m laughing my head off. Come on, guys – you can make me fall out of my recliner, I’m sure of it!
Dianna (f12db5) — 4/21/2012 @ 2:46 pmNOYK — ah, a connoisseur of Kenneth Koch! Now: onwards and upwards, to Ashbery, Schuyler and O’Hara! (btw I like the good doctor W.C. Williams, too… plus I once slept with a girl who had been delivered by him at birth, so I have an actual physical connection to the man!)
Here’s my entry:
THIS IS JUST TO SAY
I have eaten the future
bequeathed by our forefathers
and which you were probably
hoping to give your children
forgive me
d. in c. (cae88c) — 4/21/2012 @ 3:41 pmI am a Baby Boomer
so liberal
and so stupid
By the way, point of information, the very witty and big-hearted Kenneth Koch may not have been a great poet compared to his illustrious New York School confreres: but he was a very great teacher and a generous man, and his books about teaching poetry-writing to lay-people are magnificent in their insight and warmth. Check out “Wishes, Lies, and Dreams,” “Rose, Where Did You Get That Red?”, and “Making Your Own Days,” named for a line in one of O’Hara’s greatest poems, which Koch had a role in preserving.
Kenneth Koch was a very fine man, and also, a good man. He rests with the angels.
d. in c. (17012e) — 4/21/2012 @ 3:48 pmnever mind bollocks
Colonel Haiku (bd4132) — 4/21/2012 @ 4:21 pmtouched my eyes, brows lashes gone
can’t keep from cryin’
Here’s a favorite poem of mine. Sort of a cross between mainstream media criticism and Stephen King.
http://www.tnellen.com/cybereng/poetry/beware.html
qdpsteve (f1c59f) — 4/21/2012 @ 11:59 pmAlso…
Way back when
In Sixty-seven
I was the dandy
Of Gamma Chi
Sweet things from Boston
So young and willing
Moved down to Scarsdale
Where the hell am I
Hey Nineteen
No we can’t dance together
No we can’t talk at all
Please take me along
When you slide on down
Hey Nineteen
That’s ‘Retha Franklin
She don’t remember
The Queen of Soul
It’s hard times befallen
The sole survivors
She thinks I’m crazy
But I’m just growing old
Hey Nineteen
No we got nothing in common
No we can’t talk at all
Please take me along
When you slide on down
The Cuervo Gold
The fine Colombian
Make tonight a wonderful thing
No we can’t dance together
qdp("gaucho")steve (f1c59f) — 4/22/2012 @ 12:03 amNo we can’t talk at all
If you are out of post-its, I’ll send you some by county messenger.
AZ Bob (1c9631) — 4/22/2012 @ 10:11 am