||[Sep. 12th, 2010|11:50 pm]
Next to nothing happens these days. Were it not for the cats and the Internet I'd be bored senseless. This is better than too much happening, but not by far. For the absence of fires, floods, plagues of locusts, windstorms that uproot trees, and all such disruptive events, I am grateful. A rain of frogs would be nice, though, and even a few frogless clouds would be a welcome diversion. The sky was so dull today! It will undoubtedly be dull tomorrow. I must wait until Friday to see clouds. A happier thought is that I can see ice cream anytime I please, in my very own kitchen. Vanilla is a bit like clouds. It will do for now.|
Cartoons of the French Revolution
by Stirling Bowen
You must have shocked your father when you came,
Club-footed, pimpled. 'Twas for him as when
A gardener finds a crooked root to tend;
He feared the flower would stink and bring him shame.
He did not want your morals to be lame
At least. It was the same old thing again. . . .
Revolt has always claimed the best in men
And so you cried, "God damn the family name!"
And yet how sad a thing it was for France. . . .
You spent just half your strength to make France free
And half in jail through women and the dance.
And at the cry, "To arms!" you did but see
A dearer challenge in a haughty glance,
Behind the throne the lips of Queen Marie.
II. Theroigne De Mericourt
You taught more economics than a tome
Contains, you women marching on Versailles.
You were not there to save a world, or try.
Your theory was the simple monochrome
Of hunger, black as crusts you ate at home.
And either you or Louis had to die.
That simpler thinker only blinked his eye
Like Nero fiddling in the flames of Rome.
And you, Theroigne, there where none had grown,
Led forth a Reason: Women crying, "Bread,"
Plain women in the rain before a throne.
Assemblies talked, you knew not what they said.
You taught us there that hunger is the stone
We bear or hurl till we or kings fall dead.