Saturday I took a trip down to Port Gibson with Sally and Larry. I’d never been to the Ruins before, and they were amazing. I should have let the pictures tell the story, but it seems I always have to muck it up a bit.
Sally has (real!) pictures over at The Oh Really.
Oh man! Those yellow church/elementary school chairs in panel two make this all the more heartbreaking—the contrast between the majestic and the mundane is really breathtaking.
Yeah. I love the Old English 40 in panel four, too, and Sally shuffling through Polaroids.
Next time I’m just going to shut up and let the photos do their thing; context and ordering is plenty to say what I wanted to say. Doggerel is unnecessary in ‘06! Is my new resolution.
Gorj,
A few words never hurt anybody.
I’d hardly call what I saw above “doggerel.”
Shakespeare said “let’s kill all the lawyers,”
but 1) believe the character was speaking in semi-jest
and 2) clearly he didn’t have the uber cartoonist in
mind! Kep up the work!
TNA approves and approves heartily!
ah…the ghost of a house.
It’s had to have been at least 30 years since I visited Windsor. BTW, I like the phrase “Mississippi Stonehenge.”
sally,
again i say, “hooray” for your haircut.
=vendela
An anagram for
Time Cud Worm Madl(y)?
Very nice.
BRD, the “Eudora” bit in blue is easy, but the anagram is harder! But congratulations for being the first person to notice!
Does it have anything to do with:
Sumer is icumen in,
Lhude sing cuccu.
Groweth sed and blweth med,
and springeth the wde nu.
Sing cuccu.
Awe bleteth after lomb,
Lhouth after calve cu.
Bulloc sterteth, bucke verteth,
Murie sing cuccu.
Cuccu, cuccu,
wel singes thu cuccu,
Ne swik thu naver nu.
Or does that have too many letters?
Ha!! Sing, Cuckoo, sing!
Costard, the clown, in Shakespeare’s Love’s Labour’s Lost says:
“I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word; for thou art not so long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon.”
Honorificabilitudinitatibus anagrams to the Latin “Hi ludi F. Baconis nati tuiti orbi.” which means “These plays, F. Bacon’s offspring, are preserved for the world.”
Now, I haven’t quite moved beyond this entry in Pretty Fakes. It takes me a while to swallow also you see.
I? A cold tower? Um.m.m.
I think I’m done.
I’m married to a direct descent of Smith Coffee Daniell II who built Windsor (her middle name is Daniell) & I have an on-again, mostly off-again, band named Windsor Ruins. I love what you did here & the poetry is an addition, don’t underestimate yourself. Most sites say only some china & an iron staircase survived. I know that’s not the case. The fire that destroyed Windsor was originally blamed on a black maid (making a dollar a day after slavery “ended”) but was later found that a white guest caused the fire but it’s unsure if it was a fat old guy who left his lit cigar sitting around or a young cad who threw a lit cigarette in the trash or a pile of wood shavings. At any rate, good job. The juxtaposition of modern artifacts with the ruins is great. & I, too, like the phrase Mississippi Stonehenge, being a descendant of Celtic witches.
Kit! Thanks for the wonderful information! Is yr band here in Mississippi?