Thursday, August 12, 2010
The Poo tree Bus THe Poo tree Bus
Q) When is a bus not a bus?
A) When it's a wheel within a wheel, a fairground attraction, a carrier of belief, a safe place to say 'This is what I feel, this is who I am' just for this minute; or forever.
Is it really seven days since the last task? It feels more like a week! And I haven't got round to some/any/all the last weeks bus passengers yet. Moer busy than a busy thing and twice as ugly. A million and one things to do and only 20 seconds to do them in.
But it was a brilliant task brilliantly set by the brilliant, mighty brainy, chillaxing harp playing, Prof Jeanne Lakatos.So many muchlo thanklers to her for taking the time and effort to inspire us.
The Bus they call poetry would be nothing without it's drivers, or indeed it's passlenglers.Spread the word around, the bus is back in town but it's singing 'Country Roads'.
This weeks driver is the mighty Enchanted Oak (Chris Alba), so lets hope our tiny enchanted acorns are planted in poetic soil. Talented poet Chris, a multi millionaire from Alaska enjoys stamp collecting , yodelling and mud wrestling. She has an honoury doctorate in milking cows from the University of Wisconsin and once crossed The Sahara backwards on a 2 legged camel.
Get ye away to her bolg HERE to see two brillo pics to inspire ye.What have you to lose, your sanity? Feck that!
Ps Did anyone (i KNOW none of you actually read these things properly to the end, why would you? I don't either) notice the fancy use of a semi colon there above.That's a first for me and I'm tingling with excitement!
Actually no, sorry, it's just the shakes.