Tuesday, November 01, 2011


Holy 11-ty first of '11 - it's November!

I'm going for a month of yes-ish, positive, yea-saying kind of month. Thomas Hood felt differently... and somewhere in this house is a lovely, purple-cloth-bound Oxford edition of children's poetry to prove it. Here it is, less beautifully illustrated, via Inter-cut'n'paste:

No sun--no moon!
No morn--no noon--
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--
No road--no street--no "t' other side the way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents go--
No top to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for showing 'em--
No knowing 'em!
To traveling at all--no locomotion,
No inkling of the way--no notion--
No go--by land or ocean--
No mail--no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No park--no ring--no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member--
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees.
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds.

Dedicating 11.1.11 to my bro, who may or may not remember the poem (or the purple book, and also to Kizz...

And please stay tuned for more saramatopoeia all November long!

(Promise, all the rest after this will make sense. Till/unless they don't.)

1 comment:

Kizz said...

We did it! We're on the road! And you're on day 2 of coming to the park in the morning. Feels like NOvember is full of YES for you!