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Happy Sunday! I have a present for you, and it is a Sunday Comic. bluejeans07 is a ruthless cartoonist, encouraging people this way. :D

Note: By people I mean you all. Not me. :P

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I've been remiss in posting for Poetry Month lately, so I thought I'd give you a nice juicy bite today.

Vachel Lindsay was an early-20th-century American poet of versatility and skill, and as with many other poets I was introduced to him via my little blue book of Twentieth Century American Poetry. One of the first poems I encountered in the book was Poems About The Moon, a series of smaller poems interlinked to form a whole. I'm using Euclid in something I'm working on right now so it's been uppermost on my mind.

I'm not entirely certain this is a complete collection of his moon-songs; I'm typing it up as it appears in the book.

Men talk of peace, but I have seen
That emery-wheel turn round.
The voice of Abel cries again
To God from out the ground.

( Poems About The Moon )

And, just for a bit of a change, here's another poem about the moon -- by David Thewlis.

Smiling for children,
Styling the tide.
Inspiring sex,
And suicide.

( Love Poem )

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"So, the shuffle, that's the most basic thing in the Blues, when you play the Blues. But you don't have to use it, it's just there, and you can't just have a shuffle, you can't do a whole lot with shuffles. It's like...it's like you get a huge box of Legos, but every piece inside is just one knob."

Best. Analogy. Ever.

And this has been your random R for the day.