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March 02, 2004
sufi mysticisim: sushi spins 'conference of the birds'
The flamingo states his happiness with his lot
Another bird proclaimed, “You must agree
No bird could ever be as happy as me.
All day long I feast on shrimp,
Till I am round and fat as a blimp.
From my indulgence I turn such a glorious pink,
That all others in beauty below me must sink.
Why should I give up a life of satiating pleasure?
The goal of the Way seems foolish beyond measure—
To be inferior to the Simorgh’s station
Is no replacement for eating crustaceans.”
The hoopoe’s answer
The hoopoe scorned, “To speak merely of eating
Is only so much trivial bleating.
If you can not see the everlasting benefits that before you lay
Perhaps you do not deserve to join us on the Way.
A mind focused on the feast
Is on a level with a savage beast.
To join the Simorgh at his holy throne
Will mean you never again have to eat alone.
His love will fill you more,
Than shrimp ever did before.
Listen to my pithy fables and repent
The waste of your life you have heretofore spent.
Posted by michele at March 2, 2004 10:32 PM
Comments
Posted by: erica at March 2, 2004 10:58 PM
I wrote about a blackbird or something, poured my heart and soul into that fucker, completely sincere, and the woman writes on my paper “You must like to be humorous.” Bitch.
Posted by: jason S at March 3, 2004 12:19 AM
Posted by: erica at March 3, 2004 06:50 PM
I hated that woman. If I taught like that, I’d be fired.
“Ms. Nessel, what is a subordinate clause?”
“Why don’t we talk about that. Class, what is a subordinate clause?”
(silence)
“Well, talk amongst yourselves for a few minutes and see if you can come up with a definition, despite the fact that you’re in eighth grade and you haven’t learned that yet. I know the answer, but I’ll just sit up here and redirect all the questions back to you guys so I don’t have to work quite as hard. Maybe I’ll take a nice nap…”
Although, on the other hand, I did get away with making up 15 haiku for my final project. Haiku like this:
How do you get in?
Fat man in a little car,
How do you get out?
Posted by: jenny at March 4, 2004 01:34 PM
I obviously hated the class and the woman in particular. Partially explains why I only ever showed up to compare Reincarnationism to roving bands of zombies terrorizing the countryside in their neverending search for enlightened brains.
Posted by: Bill at March 7, 2004 09:58 AM