Boxing Day
Now we are back to normal, now the mind is
Back to the even tenor of the usual day
Skidding no longer across the uneasy camberOf the nightmare way
We are safe, though others have crashed the railings
Over the river ravine; their wheel-tracks carve the bank
But after the event all we can do is argue
And count the widening ripples where they sank
(From Autumn Journal, Louis MacNiece)
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(i jst read that vision article where all the crime that happened on Christmas was summarized into one long lament.)
and goddess, after what i saw,tsk tsk tsk...i ain't back to normal yet. i'm enjoying it.
and as we like to say back home..na bado.
where you at? i gave iwaya my number. holla!
Wait one minute. That Vision story..
"a freshly chopped head of a human being."
Yeah. The jeans are definitely too tight for me to digest that sentence. I'll try again tomorrow.
Freshly chopped head. Only you would notice that!
Modo, it's not an item on the typical Ugandan menu, so stop panicking.
I am going to laugh until I feel ashamed of myself for laughing.
And the Bukedde editor, that bugger is a Satan worshipper. I was supposed to kill him, I just can't yet locate him. What's his point? Frig him.
The lines ... isn't this the same Baz who says poetry went out of fashion in the '60s? Okay, I know, I know. Softish mine-heart-pineth-for-thee poetry went out of fashion back then, but if it is a furious, fierce ode, maybe even a tragic one, we are still rolling. Hot lines!