Tuesday, September 25, 2007


John Donne is one gloomy son-of-a-bitch.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were. Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
Donne is that we're all one, interconnected. Poetry this magnificent is clearly ripped from his heart, tied to every other heart. Donne is not alone.

But his famous line comes from “Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions”... Nunc lento sonitu dicunt, morieris -- Now this bell tolling softly for another, says to me, Thou must die.

Gloomy. A gloomy son of a biscuit.

Unlike the above "Free Hugs Campaign," glorious, everyone as one and just plain fun...

About half way through the joke's getting old... A cop doesn't get the joke -- a gloomy son of a biscuit too -- leading to political action and whammo!

Me? I like hugs which collapse all the space between us. In case you were wondering.