Friday poem, Shel Silverstein
An old favorite.
The Battle
Would you like to hear
Of the terrible night
When I bravely fought the--
No?
All right.
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posted by Dr. Medusa at 11:10 AM
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- Name: Dr. Medusa
- Location: United States
mir-ror n. 1. A surface capable of reflecting sufficient undiffused light to form a virtual image of an object placed in front of it. 2. Something that faithfully reflects or gives a true picture of something else. Also called "looking glass." pro-fess v. 1. to affirm openly; declare or claim. 2. to make a pretense of; pretend. re-flect v. 1. to throw or bend back (light, for example) from a surface. 2. to form an image of (an object); mirror.
Who is Dr. Medusa?
Still perched in a garret atop a crowded American city. Still gazing. Still ranting. Still raging.
"A negative rant fest about everything being wrong" --Anonymous, Student Evaulation
"You're going to need a super well-polished shield, a wicked sharp sword, and a nice-sized pair of cajones." --Perseus
"It's hard to explain. I just feel like she gets me, y'know?" --Woody Allen
"You only have to look at Medusa straight on to see her. And she's not deadly. She's beautiful and she's laughing." --Hélène Cixous
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