Prime's blog

So a couple of months ago, our local arts commission sent out a call for submissions. The theme was a maritime one, as we sit on Lake Erie with a major river running through town. The five chosen poems would be placed in front of the newly minted marina and Lake Erie Maritime Museum.

I found out that I got chosen to be one of the five poems chosen.
So today, they installed this:



I went back to the lake again
where I can breathe again
Where I can cast my thoughts
like the nets of the fishermen
out where the
water touches the horizon

So I got these in the mail today...

Thanks for killer magnets and Aussie Swag, Doctor. They will hold shit to my fridge for countless ages to come. :)

http://comicbook.com/blog/2012/03/16/amc-theatres-ultimate-m...

http://www.washingtonpost.com/business/technology/google-tra...

Remember, remember, the 5th of November
The Gunpowder Treason and plot ;
I know of no reason why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes,
'Twas his intent.
To blow up the King and the Parliament.
Three score barrels of powder below.
Poor old England to overthrow.
By God's providence he was catch'd,
With a dark lantern and burning match

Holloa boys, Holloa boys, let the bells ring
Holloa boys, Holloa boys, God save the King!

Hip hip Hoorah !
Hip hip Hoorah !

A penny loaf to feed ol'Pope,
A farthing cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer to rinse it down,
A faggot of sticks to burn him.
Burn him in a tub of tar,'
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn his body from his head,
Then we'll say: ol'Pope is dead.