Showing posts with label leftovers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label leftovers. Show all posts

Sunday, 21 May 2017

Malfuf wa Malik*

‘The time has come,’ the Walrus said,
        ‘To talk of many things:
Of shoes – and ships – and sealing-wax –
        Of cabbages – and kings –
And why the sea is boiling hot –
        And whether pigs have wings.’


This is a bit of a departure from the usual poetry trip that characterises this blog. Though I do realise it is not an auspicious start to begin a non-poetry post with a quote from a famous poem. It is inappropriate to appropriate verses from a renowned writer to do the work of your prose. Inappropriate and ironical and cheeky. Not a good beginning. Let’s start over.