Wednesday, September 4, 2013


Just a short one right now. This is from the thirteenth century poet and Sufi mystic know in the west as Rumi. Somehow this little verse seems appropriate. It's one of those little thing you run across that, well you chuckle a little first and then you don't . Doesn't really matter what you're drunk on. And the faux outrage generated by a picture of the president, on the phone with his foot ON his desk is really beyond the pale. Hey, folks you never laid down on the couch with your shoes on? Riiiiiiiiiight. Before this president was elected the budget was balanced, we'd forged our swords into plowshares and our spears into pruning hooks. Nobody ever got sick. You didn't have to get rained on to get rainbows. Manna rained down from heaven and everybody loved us.

Frankly I'm envious. I haven't been that limber for ten years and I was never tall enough to pull it off anyway. The man is all leg.

Anyway from the Persian poet, and this seems strangely modern. They didn't have skyscrapers in Persia in the twelve hundreds. Frankly I think we're on the edge of the Empire State Building.

"Sit, be still, and listen,
 For you are drunk,
 And we are at the edge of the roof."

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