Re: Dostoyevsky
Pierrot65@aol.com
Tue, 16 Mar 1999 15:58:55 -0500 (EST)
Paulie --
I'll tell you what's fruit is the fake-plastic grass your Jays play on. I bet
if you smoked it you would be far from mellow or autumnal -- permanently
addled, is what I think.
(And since I gave Camille's little corner of the world my little grateful
regards, I feel like I should do the same for our unnotorious Kennedy up
there. So thank you
Canada for: Michael Ondattje, hockey [with the exception of every past,
present and future Shittsburgh Penguin, all of whom must die], the girl who
worked at the front cash register at the NHL Hall of Fame, Yonge Street, Maple
Leaf Gardens and the good sense to never tear down something like that again,
that stirring, beautiful national anthem, the whole of Quebec, and thank you
Canada, most of all, for never ever spawning another Alannis Morrisette.)
I did indeed suggest Keats & I'm proud of that (: No, seriously, if geometry
and mathematics on this earth allowed, I would say that Allie had the entire
Keats canon (which in his case truly is a cannon, if you catch my general
drift, and I know you do) in green ink all over that famous wonderful paw. Now
I don't know what that would say about him psychologically, because I'm no
head shrinker (sorry Le Scott), but I do know he would have gotten hours of
transcendant delight reading those in the outfield, as he caught bloops, line
drives and assorted blasted round missles coming through the rye in the left
field alley. Ha ha.
(I would also suggest AE Houseman's "To An Athlete Dying Young," but that
just seems too precious, prescient and obvious.)
rick ne Rick