Heard It Through the Grapevine
Hail to thee, oh minute orb
which doth contain the sweety meat.
Hail to thee, oh pungent vine
which doth produce the tasty treat.
Hail to thee, oh tall strong oak
which doth produce the mellow barrell.
Hail to thee, the blacksmith's smoke
which doth contain the oak tree's marrow.
Hail to thee, young tender feet
which in its prime does press with toes.
Hail to thee, the strong forearms
which guides the pressing nectar floes.
Hail to thee, the glass which holds
the sweet and subtle gift - Shiraz.
Hail to thee and hail to me,
do I love it? Bet youraz.
posted by The Warbler | 1/14/2006 12:56:00 PM
12 Comments:
Warbler, dear!
Brava!
A masterpiece for sure!
Loved the form, loved the content, you've crafted an ode that is exceptionally brilliant and witty.
So moving it made me thirsty!
Can't wait to see the screenplay!
Thanks for dispelling the gray of a January day- it usually takes a few glasses of shiraz to do that!
Living for a break
M
I can't speak for Irish, but could we increase those orbs just a wee bit? Thanks!
Ah, Sam, I'm pretty sure that Irish is nowhere stu- I mean, silly enough to suggest I increase the size of my orbs.
Hate to break it to you guys, but sometimes an orb is just an orb.
I said I would let you know when I thought you had achieved brilliance. It didn't take long.
This thing's great!
Submit it to one of the big wine mags pronto!
BTW. I'm missing Sam's reference to me and the orbs. 'Splain please.
Irish
Zounds and heavenly orbs, I've been wonked again, no doubt due to the inferior Pinot Noir as opposed to the more grandiose Syrrah of which Warbler speaks. My bad, Irish. Let us not allow this minor indescretion to distract us from the finer things that preceded.
No time to 'splain, let me sum up. You and Sam on the "guy" wavelength - Edna St. Vincent Millay (who was an answer on Jeopardy the other night, btw)- white boughs rubbing together poem from last month or so.
So...let me get this straight. Rasputin in a Hallmark shop inspired an entire detective noir post and you thought it was okay, but I put together a little five minute poem and I'm brilliant? WTF?!? (There are wine mags? Really?)
I should imagine there are wine mags out the boogaloo - and they'd love your poem. My favorite is to go out on a Saturday and tour a couple - it is something of a sport out in California. My mom was one! She bought a special pair of sneakers just for chasing wineries. I was baffled at first, but here we went tearing across the country like 80 MPH and she ran (no trotting here) into the tasting shop and shot down three samples and some munchies and said "Sam, hurry and don't dither, we've got four more to go!" By the last stop I was winded and mom buys an entire case, which was rather shocking ... but definitely fun. Support your local wineries.
i don't have to tell you that art is subjective.
The noir thing was great (i was giving you some shite) but this thing has mass appeal and may even be marketable.
Let me know when you're ready to represent and I'll cut you in for two percent.
Hi Paula, This brought me one of the best laughs I've had in weeks. I have printed it out for a couple of non-computer people,(there really are some left out there) to read, only one copy and I'm NOT letting it go. At first I thought it was a reprint from elsewhere till I got to the last line!! Revelation!! It was then I knew it was from you! Outstanding effort sweetie. Don't let this separation eat on you too bad. Call my other half and yak a while. I did that to her, nine months to a year at a time, with no visits in between. I don't think it was the Grape that kept her sane. Maybe just chasing four kids kept her totally pooped. No time to think. Shall I go beat him with a broom for you? Bye for now. Oh BTW, I read this blog, or at least come here a couple of times a day, but don't usually write. Just know that we are all still out here for you!!
Thanks, Ev. If I thought beating him with anything would help, I would have done it a long time ago. Maybe it'll get better if I ever make some friends. I've just never been in a situation - ever in my life - where I never left the house and never had company and never had...well...you know, it was always there if I wanted it.
And I do know there are some friends left from BI who are rootin' for me, so thank you! I have to tell you, winters on BI are a heck of a lot easier (and friendlier) than winters elsewhere - even my beloved KC. Obviously you have to love the winters on BI to do a lot of them and we all do/did, eh? I miss that down-time camaraderie.
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