"Come thou monarch of the vine - Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!" - Antony and Cleopatra, "He is the very Janus of poets; he wears almost everywhere two faces; and you have scarce begun to admire the one - ere you despise the other." John Dryden (1631-1700), "There live not three good men unhanged in England: and one of them is fat." - Falstaff - in King Henry IV, If this world is wearing thin And you're thinking of escape I'll go anywhere with you Just wrap me up in chains
Whilst your usual service is to be resumed, it may be somewhat more infrequent (for a short while one hopes). The quality however, shall be as impeccable as ever. Thank you for your patience. – The Cloud.
(sonmi appears in a humongous puff of glitter that has an aurora borealis sheen to it. She is coughing a lot.)
Though it may be rather dog-eared, there may be some of you out there, in the cheap seats, who have not come across the following. It tickled me when first I found it…it tickles me still. The piece originally appeared when the Washington Post asked readers to come up with a set of ‘instructions’ to undertake absolutely any task they could come up with, in the writing style of a famous person. The below, by Jeff Brechlin was the winner. And rightly so say I (she says displaying an all-consuming, nay breath-taking arrogance regarding her own taste, having seen none of the other entries, and giving not one solitary flying fig through a rolling doughnut on fire about it either).
The Hokey Pokey
“O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
Commence though then the fervid Hokey-Poke.
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To spin! A wilde release from heaven’s yoke.
Blessed dervisih! Surely canst go, girl.
The Hoke, the poke – banish now thy doubt
Verily, I say, ’tis what it’s all about.”