PUNITIVE GHOSTS LIKE STEAM-DRIVEN TENNIS COURTS

 

 

 

"Punitive ghosts like steam-driven tennis courts

haunt the apples in my nonexistent orchard.

I remember when there were just worms out there

and they danced in moonlit cores on warm September nights."

 

-- Richard Brautigan

 

(collected in Loading Mercury With A Pitchfork, copyright 1971 Richard Brautigan, Simon & Schuster, New York, ISBN 0-671-22263-5.)

Thought For The Day

 

 

 

 

"Confusion, thrice confounded, is the portion of him who rests even for an instant on that most brittle of reeds -- the affection of a human being." 

 

-- Mr. Cypress, in Nightmare Abbey by Thomas Love Peacock