Patterico's Pontifications

4/21/2012

This Is Just To Say

Filed under: General — Patterico @ 11:48 am



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

24 Responses to “This Is Just To Say”

  1. You’re supposed to leave that message on a post-it on the doorframe.

    nk (875f57)

  2. Is it time?

    daleyrocks (bf33e9)

  3. Forget it, daleyrocks, now we’ll need to rely on the Lichtensteinians.

    nk (875f57)

  4. “memo to self” time
    don’t leave post-it reminders
    in my office desk

    Colonel Haiku (485f1f)

  5. How did communication happen prior to the little yellow sticky?

    Dianna (f12db5)

  6. bang-yao liu knows from post-its, he does

    happyfeet (3c92a1)

  7. How 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
    paper

    no one you know (498806)

  8. 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)

  9. This 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.
    Forgive me. I was clumsy and
    I wanted you here in the wards, where I am the doctor.

    no one you know (498806)

  10. A parody of a favorite boy poem, NOYK. Might not be safe for work, profanity and violent imagery:
    http://www.winningwriters.com/contests/wergle/2005/we05_farrell.php

    nk (875f57)

  11. NOYK – I knew the Kochtopus was involved somehow!

    daleyrocks (bf33e9)

  12. Comment 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)

  13. NOYK – 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)

  14. I’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)

  15. Best 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)

  16. 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.

    Okay. This is funny. Waxing is much easier.

    JD (9e6048)

  17. I’m laughing my head off. Come on, guys – you can make me fall out of my recliner, I’m sure of it!

    Dianna (f12db5)

  18. NOYK — 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
    I am a Baby Boomer
    so liberal
    and so stupid

    d. in c. (cae88c)

  19. 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)

  20. never mind bollocks
    touched my eyes, brows lashes gone
    can’t keep from cryin’

    Colonel Haiku (bd4132)

  21. 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)

  22. Also…

    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
    No we can’t talk at all

    qdp("gaucho")steve (f1c59f)

  23. If you are out of post-its, I’ll send you some by county messenger.

    AZ Bob (1c9631)


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