Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Poetry

Other than the collected works of Ogden Nash, this is one of my favorite poems of all time(s).


There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going.
There's no knowing where we're rowing
Or which way the river's flowing.
Is it raining?
Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a blowing?

Not a speck of light is showing
so the danger must be growing.
Are the fires of hell a glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
Yes! The danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing. And they're certainly not showing
any signs that they are slowing!




this is available on blu-ray

1 comment:

Shawn said...

I don't know where this is from other than it shows up as the intro to the first song of Marilyn Manson's first album.