Nicholas Was. . . (A short ‘story’ of sorts from Neil Gaiman, from his collection Smoke and Mirrors)
older than sin, and his beard could grow no whiter. He wanted to die.
The dwarfish natives of the Arctic caverns did not speak his language, but conversed in their own, twittering tongue, conducted incomprehensibile rituals, when they were not actually working in the factories.
Once every year they forced him, sobbing and protesting, into Endless Night. During the journey he would stand near every child of the world, leave one of the dwarves’ invisible gifts by its bedside. The children slept, frozen in time.
He envied Prometheus and Loki, Sisyphus and Judas. His punishment was harsher.
Ho.
Ho.
Ho.
04.07.2008
Posted in Poetry with tags art, bob hicok, funny, literature, Poetry, social commentary, writing on April 7, 2008 by Ryan Sanford SmithRinging the bell curve (a poem by Bob Hicok)
I’m doing a study on ambition.
For science
I say to participants
as I take their money.
If they run after me
but don’t catch up
I write down that they’re slow.
Those that catch me
but are ticklish I’ve labeled
the “giggling poor.”
You see why I gravitated
to the social sciences.
I have a pool and you don’t.
I have nomenclature
at my disposal.
I have your address
and an index of your contortions.
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