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semper idem Ano XIII ...M'ESPANTO ÀS VEZES , OUTRAS M'AVERGONHO ... (Sá de Miranda) _________________ correio para jppereira@gmail.com _________________
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12.8.11
EARLY MORNING BLOGS 2081 - So That’s Who I Remind Me Of When I consider men of golden talents, I’m delighted, in my introverted way, To discover, as I’m drawing up the balance, How much we have in common, I and they. Like Burns, I have a weakness for the bottle, Like Shakespeare, little Latin and less Greek; I bite my fingernails like Aristotle; Like Thackeray, I have a snobbish streak. I’m afflicted with the vanity of Byron, I’ve inherited the spitefulness of Pope; Like Petrarch, I’m a sucker for a siren, Like Milton, I’ve a tendency to mope. My spelling is suggestive of a Chaucer; Like Johnson, well, I do not wish to die (I also drink my coffee from the saucer); And if Goldsmith was a parrot, so am I. Like Villon, I have debits by the carload, Like Swinburne, I’m afraid I need a nurse; By my dicing is Christopher out-Marlowed, And I dream as much as Coleridge, only worse. In comparison with men of golden talents, I am all a man of talent ought to be; I resemble every genius in his vice, however heinous— Yet I write so much like me. (Ogden Nash) (url)
© José Pacheco Pereira
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