No right left up down past or future

i'm stealing this straight from another blog, the "one poet's notes" blog, which was mailed to me by the dearest andrea c.

why am i stealing? because i'm drowning in work, because i miss blogging but can't think straight enough to make sense, because i'm much too much in the mind of an analytic critic of student essays to switch over easily (it will sound like switching gears without the clutch -- that awful grinding "i've just destroyed this car" sound -- not that i've ever done that, of course) to the creative side of my brain.

and because: it's hugh laurie and stephen fry, who, thanks to the show jeeves & wooster, have become a favorite comedic pair for me, and because: it's hilarious. absolutely hysterically funny. i loves it.

here you are. see poems in full text below. not that they make any more sense when you read them.



HUGH’S POEM
—by Hugh Laurie

Underneath the bellied skies
Where dust and rain find space to fall
To fall and lie and change again
Without a care or mind at all
For art and life and things above
In that there look just there
No right left up down past or future
We have but ourselves to fear.


INSTITUTIONS
—by Richard Maddox

Le


THE REST OF MY LIFE
—by T.P. Mitchell

“Forward and back,”
Said the old man in the dance
As he whittled away at his stick,
Long gone, long gone
Without a glance
To the entrance made of brick.