Where's that title from?









Altarwise by Owl-Light

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Altarwise by owl-light in the half-way house
The gentleman lay graveward with his furies;
Abaddon in the hangnail cracked from Adam,
And, from his fork, a dog among the fairies,
The atlas-eater with a jaw for news,
Bit out the mandrake with to-morrow's scream.
Then, penny-eyed, that gentleman of wounds,
Old cock from nowheres and the heaven's egg,
With bones unbuttoned to the half-way winds,
Hatched from the windy salvage on one leg,
Scraped at my cradle in a walking word
That night of time under the Christward shelter:
I am the long world's gentleman, he said,
And share my bed with Capricorn and Cancer.



-- Dylan Thomas

26 May 2008

It turns out mystics really do still have a place in our culture












Did you know that there is a "Joan of Arc" brand of canned goods? I'm trying to imagine the mental process of the marketing whiz who came up with that brand name. It must have been something like

Virgin saint + visions of God + France vs. England + heresy + martyrdom = Beans!







Burned at the stake = good cookin'?
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