Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Hear the moans of the Bitch
who past present and future blings!
Her pricey snatch
doth drip-drops catch
and to her pimps faire shekels brings.

Ah state sanctioned whores
who make our commerce to bloom:
in fetid breaths
you measure deaths
and guide knights or knaves to tombs.

you've outdone yourself this time

incredibly scholarly writing

Thx. Jus a parody really (from Blake's song of ex.). He makes use of an interesting form (though rhymes might be a bit quaint for some)

well.. i was sorta joking... i mean, was trying to be funny 'cause i thought you were trying to be funny with your poem

Yass you got it. I prefer Mad magazine or SNL to literary classix. (one might trip a bit on the El Lay and vegass porn biz a bit though) Anglosaxon's the wrong language for poesy, anyway, DP. One has to write like in latin or greek, or maybe sanskrit. Ego dominus Tuus! See even looks like poesy.

Sing a song of sexpence
a pocket full of wry......

as usual toty, spot on

i agree with your assessment of anglo-saxon. i write my poetry in tocharian b and then translate. liked your poem.

Tocharian B ??

Here's the original of Blake's ( the "host" for the parasitical work that followed from TK)

http://www.nimbi.com/songs_of_experienc ... ction.html

"Turn away no more;
Why wilt thou turn away?
The starry floor,
The watery shore,
Are given thee till the break of day."

Ah man not so poor, Preacher Billy .............


(Tocharian was some ancient asian language I believe: still indo european, and thus related to Sanskrit. Indo-euro languages (sanskrit, latin, greek, germanic, etc.) are quite related (words for say mother mutter madre etc. maitreya, in sanskrit? ). Tocharians were probably wiped off the earth by mongols or huns.)

nice work.

~westie