phrenology101
Friday, April 11, 2008
Down There
breach me
she said, down
there, moan gently
into the cow of
my arms
1 comment:
Pearl
said...
aye country people of centuries past knew how to woo.
9:59 AM
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
About Me
Stephen Rowntree
"Poetry is the short-circuiting of meaning between words, the impetuous regeneration of primordial myth". Bruno Schulz
View my complete profile
Blog Archive
►
2012
(2)
►
January
(2)
►
2011
(72)
►
December
(1)
►
November
(1)
►
October
(1)
►
September
(2)
►
August
(2)
►
July
(6)
►
June
(16)
►
May
(6)
►
April
(8)
►
March
(8)
►
February
(13)
►
January
(8)
►
2010
(183)
►
December
(16)
►
November
(14)
►
October
(17)
►
September
(13)
►
August
(15)
►
July
(19)
►
June
(10)
►
May
(21)
►
April
(15)
►
March
(13)
►
February
(16)
►
January
(14)
►
2009
(299)
►
December
(23)
►
November
(23)
►
October
(26)
►
September
(21)
►
August
(19)
►
July
(19)
►
June
(30)
►
May
(23)
►
April
(25)
►
March
(27)
►
February
(26)
►
January
(37)
▼
2008
(390)
►
December
(20)
►
November
(22)
►
October
(27)
►
September
(32)
►
August
(32)
►
July
(18)
►
June
(40)
►
May
(30)
▼
April
(43)
Marc Chagall 1887-1985
The Sisters of the Pune Nunnery
The Lombardia Livery Company
Mark Rothko 1903-1970
The Puerto Rico Telephone Company
Vaslui Surgical Supplies and Linen Co
UPC Magyarorszag, Hungary
Red Jujubes and Queenly Whores
Magic Realism, Dee Rimbaud
Oxford Woman’s Loafers
Tin Horn Symphony
Gylfaginning or the Tricking of Gylfi
Bredbandsbolaget Pet Groomers
The Dublin Dubbin Company
Amedeo Modigliani (1884-1920)
Laramie Red Combed Cock
Rotterdam Red Combed Cock
My Morning Jacket - Live - Okonokos
Augustine Rathgar, 17 Deckle’s Street
Pigs' Tails and Pew Hinges
Tuesdays at Exactly Three 27½ pm
‘Tomorrow I Will Buy a New Hat’
Jacoste Haberdashers, Buenos Aires
Molly and Leopold
A Rainy Afternoon on the Cardiac Floor.
An Endnote to an Endnote
Silage Catch
Tomfoolery and Half Measures
The Witness Who Was Witness to Nothing
Down There
Palmaria Palmate
The Lass of Aughrim
Frangible Things and Not
Give Me Beef Tongue Give Me Tripe
A Face Like a Sac of Nails
The Merchant of Pheasants
Bertolt Brecht
Scalloped Potatoes a la Gorta Mór
Deconstruction by Candle Light
Norwegian Carp and Coca Cola
Slow-witted Newsboys and Norwegian Alchemy
No se Puede Vivir sin Amar
Trundled Round and Round
►
March
(37)
►
February
(48)
►
January
(41)
►
2007
(472)
►
December
(22)
►
November
(41)
►
October
(40)
►
September
(47)
►
August
(48)
►
July
(50)
►
June
(55)
►
May
(39)
►
April
(44)
►
March
(32)
►
February
(32)
►
January
(22)
►
2006
(215)
►
December
(10)
►
November
(11)
►
October
(15)
►
September
(8)
►
August
(25)
►
July
(13)
►
June
(19)
►
May
(6)
►
April
(38)
►
March
(13)
►
February
(26)
►
January
(31)
►
2005
(107)
►
December
(39)
►
November
(25)
►
October
(16)
►
September
(27)
Links
Windows Tuneup
Apmonia: A Site for Samuel Beckett
Bywords.ca
Dublin Time and Day
fORT/dAfORT/dA
Google News
John W. MacDonald's Weblog
New York Freudian Society
Sigmund Freud-Museum Wien-Vienna
Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy
Taking the Brim _ Took the Broom
The Blog of Amanda Earl
The Brazen Head: A James Joyce Public House
1 comment:
aye country people of centuries past knew how to woo.
Post a Comment