Today we feature some of the verses by “the Sweet Songstress of Saskatchewan,” Sarah Binks. This fair maid of verse found inspiration in the prairie of North Willows, and in the Athens of Saskatchewan. Her output was so heavily influenced by its culture and geology , that her work is divided into two eras: Pre-Regina and Post-Regina (P.R. and P.R. respectively). But enough blather. Brew some tea, wrap the crocheted comforter around your shoulders, and take yourself back to Saskatchewan, roundabout 1920...
"How Prone is Man"
Tis not for he the sparrow pipes
Nor blows the bull-frog in the rill.
Ah, not for he the heron wipes
His stately nose upon his quill. "
It's spreading time, and once more all around me,
The air is rich, and fields are flecked with gold
"Hi, Sooky, Ho, Sooky"
And oh, I think I'll hide again
For just a sight of you,
And hear your own sweet voice again
Call "Sooky, Sooky, Soo."
Mathilda, fair, to Thee I pledge
This cup of applejack;
I drink – and should I fall tonight;
Weep not, nor hold me back.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
I will admit to being a wee bit more excited about the upcoming Speed Racer movie than I am about the Transformers. Though this footage may change your mind. But I was too old when the Transformers came along (1984). I just never bought into the whole giant mecha meme, and I thought the cartoon was warmed over dog barf. After Mechwarrior 2, I dropped the genre and never looked back. I guess it is a generational thing because if somebody would make a Micronauts movie, well then, I will change my story faster than a prison stoolie.