More than a year ago I posted about some tiny stories starring cephalopods. Though I've written quite a few miniature stories of late, I haven't sent them out, and so it's entirely to the credit of Italian poet Alessandra Bava that these appear in Italy's TerraNullius. I love being asked. Thank you, Alessandra.
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What's that? That's the w-shaped eye of a cuttlefish looking at you, courtesy of Wikipedia.
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Tuesday, February 09, 2016
3 comments:
Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.
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The clerihew was very funny. Pontoppidan is a funny name.
ReplyDeleteIt is. And it was just aching for a clerihew.
DeleteThis is weird, wonderful fun.
ReplyDeleteA few years ago, I over-researched the octopus for a bit of light verse. The speculative debates about the nature of their consciousness and intelligence are (and this is a word I use sparingly) fascinating.