Oh Baby
LisaBot report form the depths of late summer and torential rain in SoHo:
Celebrity citings have become so plentiful they are somehow unworth mentioning. Staffers have been spending most of their days in philanthropic circles, encouraging raging collegiate brats to write poetry and enjoy the essence of life, degrading the saviors of the wild buffalo in Montana and finding surly new bartenders. the cool-weather switch to red wine has come into play as field reps recongize themselves in the excrutiating love triangle of the self, the other, and the ego.
Artist Change 49 has graciously saluted the CEO of LisaBot INC. art has fallen upon the days here in the office, nothing so disturbing as unexpected passion for small and banal things. Art inspiring the words of Frost, "I am too absent-spirited to count... the lonliness surrounds me unawares" and few machines recongnize truth, and human emotion betrays all selves at one point or other.
The poet learns: things will never digest in the mind, but time moves them back, it lengthens struggle and remembers loss, all of these unexplicably, and all things immediate.
Celebrity citings have become so plentiful they are somehow unworth mentioning. Staffers have been spending most of their days in philanthropic circles, encouraging raging collegiate brats to write poetry and enjoy the essence of life, degrading the saviors of the wild buffalo in Montana and finding surly new bartenders. the cool-weather switch to red wine has come into play as field reps recongize themselves in the excrutiating love triangle of the self, the other, and the ego.
Artist Change 49 has graciously saluted the CEO of LisaBot INC. art has fallen upon the days here in the office, nothing so disturbing as unexpected passion for small and banal things. Art inspiring the words of Frost, "I am too absent-spirited to count... the lonliness surrounds me unawares" and few machines recongnize truth, and human emotion betrays all selves at one point or other.
The poet learns: things will never digest in the mind, but time moves them back, it lengthens struggle and remembers loss, all of these unexplicably, and all things immediate.
posted by lisabot at 10:18 PM
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