when it’s twilight in the zone
and you find yourself alone
by a field of corn as silent as can be
please do not despair
simply be aware
that you have been transformed into a tree
There is a sparrow on my brain
Or is it that I’ve gone insane
Time will tell if time will tell
If there’s a sparrow on my brain
(sung to the tune of Castle on a Cloud from Les Mis)
‘The old gringo came to Mexico to die.’
An early sentence in The Old Gringo by Carlos Fuentes. The question? What happened to Ambrose Bierce when he disappeared into Mexico to join Pancho Villa’s rebels? Nobody knows, but Carlos conjures up a possible scenario.
Carlton’s tenor voice was favorably compared to that of Enrico Caruso. The loyal hippo turned down an offer from the Metropolitan Opera Company to remain with Deb and the circus.
Carlton, the Wonder Hippo & Deb, featured as the highlight of their act:
a. Deb being rescued from an anaconda by Carlton.
b. Carlton singing the aria ‘Nessun dorma’ from Turandot.
c. Deb and Carlton pedaling on a custom-built bike around the ring singing ‘Bicycle Built for Two’.
d. Deb and Carlton performing the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet.
The giants are always in the vanguard to intimidate the opposing forces.
The taste of triumph has eluded you for such a long slog of time. Now finally you stand at the entrance to the long hall. You have conquered the highest mountain, the steepest cliff. You can see the promised green door far off in the distance. Behind it? Wealth beyond imagination. Giddy, you stagger down the hall, footfalls tapping out a warning you ignore. You press both hands against the door. At first, it yields reluctantly. Then it flies open. There she is. You die.
The tidewater clam made a final entry in its journal. Scooting from the table, it approached the knife case hanging on the wall, withdrew its favorite cutter, and abandoned its abode for the beach. Grimly it scudged along toward the meadow whipgrass flailing in the wind. Its final destination was the little shanty tucked in the dunes. The tidewater clam made entry at long and at last in the depth of night. The silence was pierced by an anguished cry of ‘Nooooooo!’ The next morning there was no longer a shanty tucked in the dunes. Instead, a pile of ashes and a few charred bones made silent appeal to the gray frowning sky.
Not for him blushed the rosy-fingered dawn; each day he was awakened by the scarlet claw of sunset.
a nice turn of phrase by Herman in his humorous novel, Aurora Dawn.
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