Classic (ish)Phonograph Poem (re: Nash Purchase)

[Antcliff]

The end of the poem 'Dog' by Lawrence Ferlinghetti:

The dog tots freely in the street
and has his own dog's life to live
and to think about
and to reflect upon
touching and tasting and testing everything
investigating everything
without benefit of perjury
a real realist
with a real tale to tell
and real tail to tell it with
a real live
barking
democratic dog
engaged in real
free enterprise
with something to say
about ontology
something to say
about reality
and how to see it
and how to hear it
with his head cocked sideways
at streetcorners
as if he is just about to have
his picture taken
for Victor Records
listening for
His Master's Voice
and looking
like a living questionmark
into the
great gramaphone
of puzzling existence
with its wondrous hollow horn
which always seems
just about to spout forth
some Victorious answer
to everything

[Nash]

Hah! Cheers Seth, it's a fine poem. I like Ferlinghetti, especially the one about Chagall's horse with the violin in its mouth.

[Antcliff]

I didn't know it....this one I assume:



Don't let that horse
eat that violin

cried Chagall's mother

But he
kept right on
painting

And became famous

And kept on painting
The Horse With Violin In Mouth

And when he finally finished it
he jumped up upon the horse
and rode away
waving the violin

And then with a low bow gave it
to the first naked nude he ran across

And there were no strings
attached

[Nash]

That is the one indeed, Seth.