Versus I
What would they say to each other...
Note: Again, I am in the middle of doing multiple things all at once. No luck on the househunting, but taxes are done, exams (first set) are marked (have time off to contemplate what my students do not know); I cleaned, swept, wiped and ran when I could. And it is a beautiful day to start sharing this particular idea.
Be brutal...
-K.D.
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Iggy Pop vs. Emily Dickinson
Lusting for life, right?
He does not stop for death now.
Emily, he knows...
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David Bowie vs. Albert Camus
Changes are absurd.
The Thin White Duke knew this, too...
Existentially.
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Stevie Wonder vs. Jorge Luis Borges
Higher ground for them?
A library that talks, speaks...
A labyrinth of sound.
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Billie Eilish vs. George Eliot
When we fall asleep,
Do we dream of that mill,
Our new selves (dear lady...)?
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Lady Gaga vs. Aphra Behn
Poet, playwright, spy...
Meat suit, muse and Harley Quinn...
Independently.
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Comments (7)
Your articles are always interestingly weird and unique.
Oooo, this was so brilliant! So sorry about the househunting though 🥺
This is creative
This is clever, but my brain is turning to mush. I had to read it twice!
Love this and the final one was sorely on point haha! Great stuff and very clever, sir!
Creative and loved it!!!💕❤️❤️
Unique and punctuated with an exclamation point. well done!