by George Bilgere When Odysseus finally does get home he is understandably upset about the suitors, who have been mooching off his wife for twenty years, drinking his wine, eating his mutton, etc. In a similar situation today he would seek legal counsel. But those were different times. With the help of his son Telemachus he slaughters roughly one hundred and ten suitors and quite a number of young ladies, although in view of their behavior I use the term loosely. Rivers of blood course across the palace floor. I too have come home in a bad mood. Yesterday, for instance, after the department meeting, when I ended up losing my choice parking spot behind the library to the new provost. I slammed the door. I threw down my book bag in this particular way I have perfected over the years that lets my wife understand the contempt I have for my enemies, which is prodigious. And then with great skill she built a gin and tonic that would have pleased the very gods, and with epic patience she list...
I especially like the art print. It reminds me of a huge Marimekko textile I had stretched onto a frame that hung in my living room years ago. It's in the storage unit now...
ReplyDeleteJudging from your label "Thank God it's Monday," I must assume that you worked over the weekend and this is your day of rest....
I suspect some are not even 'thinking' they are seeing the world thru blindfolds!
ReplyDeleteReading your blog stimulates all six senses available - I do enjoy it very much, thank you.
ReplyDeleteLove it, love it, love it. And that blackbird image is so spectacular.
ReplyDeleteWonderful image. Love the poem (time to go unwrap blindfold--ow!)
ReplyDeletequite wonderful, thank you.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Yes, let's unwrap our blindfolds!
ReplyDeletewow, where is that amazing piece of art from?
ReplyDeleteFantastic. Wonderful poem. Perfect print. Happy reader. ~;^)
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