July 06, 2008
Sunday Poem
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Question
May SwensonBody my house
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my horse my hound
what will I do
when you are fallen
Where will I sleep
How will I ride
What will I huntWhere can I go
without my mount
all eager and quick
How will I know
in thicket ahead
is danger or treasure
when Body my good
bright dog is dead
How will it be
to lie in the sky
without roof or door
and wind for an eye
without cloud for shift
how will I hide///
Posted by Jim Culleny at 09:21 AM | Permalink










Comments
good poem
Posted by: Ken D. | Jul 6, 2008 8:25:27 PM
good poem
Posted by: Ken D. | Jul 6, 2008 8:25:49 PM
The body is indeed the brain's "horse". A brain in a bottle might be conscious, but it would not be a human. Neither would a digitized brain be human. The Matrix is, after all, fiction. That's a good thing.
Posted by: Jared | Jul 7, 2008 11:47:27 AM
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