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2 Responses to “A haiku (composed at Glastonbury)”
Tremendous. Tea snorting (or, at least, making people laugh) is the black chicken’s raison d’etre. There are parts of me that will never be dry again. I had to wait for a bus for 90 minutes standing in a heavy drizzle with no shelter but a ripped poncho. “Nothing is worth this,” I thought. It was like the Battle of the Somme, but without the warming effect of an enemy barrage.
Le Poulet Noir 
Tuesday, June 26, 2007 at 8:23 am |
the luminous beauty of your words has inspired me to snort hot tea down my nose (not chai, i hasten to add).
are your feet dry yet?
Tuesday, June 26, 2007 at 11:06 am |
Tremendous. Tea snorting (or, at least, making people laugh) is the black chicken’s raison d’etre. There are parts of me that will never be dry again. I had to wait for a bus for 90 minutes standing in a heavy drizzle with no shelter but a ripped poncho. “Nothing is worth this,” I thought. It was like the Battle of the Somme, but without the warming effect of an enemy barrage.