A Poem
I know that this is not normal for the ‘Dome, but I wanted to post a quick poem about who we are. I was digging through old books and happened upon my copy of A Coney Island of the Mind by Lawrence Ferlinghetti. Well, one of the pages I have bookmarked speaks to what we are doing I would say. It goes something like this:
Don’t let that horse
eat that violin
cried Chagall’s mother
but he
kept right on
painting
And became famous
And kept on painting
The Horse With Violin In Mouth
And when he finally finished it
he jumped upon the horse
and rode away
waving the violin
And then with a low bow gave it
to the first naked nude he ran across
And there were no strings
attached
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