a very tall and very purely naked
young virgin
with very long and very straight
straw hair
and wearing only a very small
bird’s nest
in a very existential place
[to keep] passing thru the crowd
all the while
and up and down the steps
in front of Saint Francis
her eyes downcast all the while
and singing to herself
. . . only I would like him to have short brown hair:
If you find yourself in a reflexive mood today, here are several versions each of two great contralto solos, one from The Mikado by Gilbert and Sullivan (I kid you not) and one from Dido and Aeneas by Hank Percel.
TheMikado:
TheMikado:
a modern dance version
And now JJ tells me it's time to water the plants in front, and water the plants in back, and fill the brides' water dish, an wash the breakfast dishes -- in short, to pay attention the him. I hear and obey.
