ALIGN=top ALT="alas"> "Kullervo departs for the War" by Akseli Gallen-Kallela

Kalevala Day.


    "Newcomer Intake Center" (Pessoa XVII.)

Death is certainly an egoist.
It brooks no peer. Melodies unhealthy [thee]
as a pack of Marlboros do exist;
their heft skews the very hazard-biome.
Humming, the one that took our Misthome is,
like a raisin in the wind. Antlers unsever
from the skull. Typo-squatting made this
heart sing. I want to bite you allover
and over again, raisin in the wind, four-door
Buick of unholy thirsts, not
for the first time high and dry, a blackamoor [more]
trail. It was the outcome ev'ryone thought
their squirming swerved from, but this zaqqum fruit
returned like clockwork, or a feral truth.


"Not many Americans would eat a cheeseburger in front of a starving African child. But is it OK to eat the cheeseburger behind the child's back, out of sight of the child? How far must we get from the starving child to make it OK?"