Remembrance of bad days past (was Re: pynchon-l-digest V2 #1936}

[Terrance]

PS  please take it as a compliment. I know that I should say
nothing, but 
I couldn't help myself. 

Peace brothers, 

T


Terrance wrote:
> 
> Paul Mackin wrote:
> >
> > Since Derek doesn't seem to be present let me in his stead
> 
> OK, that's what we need here,
> 
> a funny bone to pick, to dig  our grave days and not dig our
> graves. And this rocky cyber place, and this tired subject,
> tender, and for its labor, still an un-tilled and untended
> soil. Our grave days a mound.  Here, you arrive, shovel and
> spade in hand, ready to work, course. To labor under the
> Sun, to pull free the old boulders and heap them together in
> a pile for mending walls. There is something in Nature that
> doesn't like it.  Tired we stand, our backs mount, strong
> and hard with digging,  brush off our knees, survey the
> field, a cautious glare, wipe the brow with hands calloused,
> corse toil, gravely to work. a spade sliced deep, stones
> clak, sharp stabs, splitting the soil, a gaping wound.
> 
> Dig, you narrow backs, dig.