Trousered Ape

An exercise in presumption.

Monday, April 30, 2007

Added to the sidebar, for your literary, philosophic, and all-around intellectual needs: T-Rex!

(Hat tip to DarwinCatholic.)

Posted by Bob the Ape 8:02 PM

From commenter “Ed the Roman” at Midwest Conservative Journal:

…prayers are in order for Fr. Rob Johansen (former blogger of Thrown Back, and big supporter of Terry Schiavo who has had a bad heart attack and whose doctors are not sure he's going to make it.

Please start praying.

UPDATE: The report is entirely false, thank God.

Posted by Bob the Ape 7:17 AM

Sunday, April 29, 2007

How else but by the Internet? Because James Lileks likes to archaeologize amid the artifacts of 20th Century America, I was led to the website of X. J. Kennedy, a poet of unusual and remarkable imagination and talent.

Posted by Bob the Ape 8:16 AM

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me,
And to my "Trousered Ape" blog,
I'm fifty-one, it's three.

Posted by Bob the Ape 6:33 AM

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

"Good evening. My name is Procrustes.
Lie down and relax: I'll adjust these
Legs, which, to my eyes
Appear quite the wrong size...
Must you make such a horrible fuss? Please!"

Posted by Bob the Ape 9:36 PM

Friday, April 13, 2007

Every morning I rise and peruse
Mr. Drudge's site, checking the news;
Where I find that, pell-mell,
We are rushing to Hell -
Which, for some reason, fails to amuse.

Posted by Bob the Ape 7:53 AM

Friday, April 06, 2007

The Authoress, watching “The Cabinet of Doctor Caligari”: as Cesare awakes from his 25-year sleep, “That’s exactly how I get up in the morning.”

Posted by Bob the Ape 9:58 PM

Thursday, April 05, 2007

DarwinCatholic has put up a post quoting the recent Mark Morford column in which Morford excoriates "right-wing red-state Christian" conservatives for "breeding like drunken ferrets." Which moved me to the following:

“The Drunken Ferret Villanelle”

No scion of the barren Left inherits
The rule of Earth - their power is but fleeting:
The future is to us, the drunken ferrets.

The angry columnists may curse and swear - it’s
Bootless to prevent their tide receding;
No scion of the barren Left inherits.

Our wanton reproduction richly merits
Their impotent, mad, fearful, fruitless bleating.
The future is to us, the drunken ferrets.

The world is ours - ungrudging we will share its
Estate with our descendents; heed, unheeding!
No scion of the barren Left inherits.

Ha, ha! With frolicsome and fecund spirits
We hasten to progenitive proceeding.
The future is to us, the drunken ferrets.

Look on our wombs, ye mighty, and despair! It’s
Within them that our victory is breeding!
No scion of the barren Left inherits.
The future is to us, the drunken ferrets.

Posted by Bob the Ape 12:07 AM