It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...

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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES ... Music is the mathematics of the gods=PYTHAGORAS ... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL ... !!! ... But laughter cannot survive without the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Powell To The People ... From Prose To Verse

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BEHIND THIS CHURCH
WITH THE IRON FENCE

The earth, freed from
the duties of hospitality,
rushed into a wild thicket
where no one ventured,
brambles and weeds grew
shoulder high here
and allowed no path.

Nightshade clung
to locust trees,
vines swung 
from tree to tree
forbidding the sun
or wind to grace
the matted floor.

The sickening fragrance
of wet honeysuckle,
cherry blossoms
and wild lilacs
reached out from here
in spring to the passersby.

Unseen quail called out 
after rains, the sound
of a hidden waterfall
could be heard 
plunging over rocks  
as if some dark gaiety
went on here that would not
be imprisoned in 
tomb or earth.

Dawn Powell 

The Story of a Country Boy
(1934)

POWELL TO THE PEOPLE
continues  here.  
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