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Sunday, October 10, 2010

Terra Cotta Panzer [Today's News Poem, October 10, 2010]

Terra Cotta Panzer [Today's News Poem, October 10, 2010]

Once upon a time a funny mustache called his armies forth,
Buried them alive in stone and rode a horse to pearly teeth,
Yielding gates inside the clouds—a grin for all eternity.
Terra cotta army men and tanks that come in thirty four
Types with treads that grind the helmet into skulls and fertilize
Wheat, whatever—never mind, who needs a reason? Excellence:
What we choose is what it's meant to be. So decorate the bricks—
Monuments of skulls make lovely testaments to life before
Endings peel away the carcass, leaving nothing more than bones;
Photographs will burn and parchment dusts the stones of history:
Death is everlasting, true, but empires leave behind a scar.

"Twittergate is the hottest new conspiracy theory out of the conservative blogosphere. Yesterday, Glenn Beck's news site, The Blaze, posted an epic YouTube video which purports to expose a massive conspiracy by Democrats to take over Twitter: "DID DEMOCRATS HIRE A ‘TWITTER-THUG' TO SMEAR THE TEA PARTY?" The Blaze asks."
—Adrian Chen, Gawker, Oct 9, 2010 02:16 PM
http://gawker.com/5659351/twittergate-how-internet-jerks-pranked-the-tea-party

"A Republican candidate is at the centre of an election outcry after he was caught posing in a Nazi uniform."
—David Gardner, Mail Online, Last updated at 1:21 AM BST, on 11th October 2010
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1319438/Rich-Iott-Tea-Party-candidate-dresses-Nazi-SS-soldier-weekends.html





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Friday, September 17, 2010

Raskolnikov's Breakfast With Caesar and the Emperor Qin [CombatWords August 27, 2010]

Raskolnikov's Breakfast With Caesar and the Emperor Qin [CombatWords August 27, 2010]
http://combatwords.blogspot.com/2010/08/combatwords-august-27-2010-hypocrisy.html

Smile and the office awaits you.
Grin and you'll ride to the steeple of glass.
A bow-tie suggests that you're honest,
While glasses imply that you read when you can.
So help them to cover their asses.
They'll pay you with passcodes, permissions to transfer
what's hidden in cubicles; breathing through
fax machines; hissing in copiers, blazing
through halogens. You'll conquer the windows and walls
with a taxi that's speeding the emperor home
to his chariot: wings over smog.
They call you a thief, or Raskolnikov
yet there's a house by the beach on an island,
awaiting its Bonaparte, dressed in a bow;
to breakfast with Caesar, the Emperor Qin,
and talk about the fairness of confidence.

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