The GoFather Of Math: On An Irish Road With Poetic License And Somebody's UNCLE

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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Saturday, November 10, 2018

On An Irish Road With Poetic License And Somebody's UNCLE

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UNCLE WHISPERED,
"Easy, easy, girl," to the mare,
though she was standing calmly,
and said to me over his shoulder
in a suddenly loud voice:
"A hangman lived there."

He stamped on the shaft,
and we rattled on through
a cutting wind.

UNCLE SHIVERED
pulling down his cap
to hide his ears;
but the mare was like
a clumsy statue trotting,
and all the demons of my stories,
if they trotted by her side

or crowded together
and grinned into her eyes,
would not make her
shake her head or hurry.

"I wish he'd have hung Mrs Jesus,"
UNCLE SAID.

Between hymns
he cursed the mare in Welsh.
The white house was left behind,
the light and the hill were swallowed up.
"Nobody lives there now,"

he said.

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DYLAN THOMAS

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