Napoleon's Hat

on Friday, April 30, 2010

Napoleon's hat lies wilting
On a dusty shelf somewhere
Between Marconi's underpants
And a lock of Shakespeare's hair,
But savage dreams of empire
Still linger in its brim
And it mourns its former owner
And keenly misses him,
For Napoleon grew downwards
From his hat down to the ground,
And served as locomotion
For his hat to get around.

Emily Bronte

on Thursday, April 22, 2010

Emily Bronte wrote a book
(It's rather good,
Worth a look.)
Passion filled
With love insane,
It makes me think 
About her brain,
And what it was
That lead her to
Write such a 
Fascinating stew
Of madness, sex
And tragedy?
What dwelt inside?
What could it be?
What jungl'd heart
Beat within
That placid breast
Victorian?

Folk Surgery

on Wednesday, April 21, 2010

All over the country they are springing up. Folk surgery clubs are being formed by enthusiastic amateurs keen on maintaining their link with the grand living traditions of surgery as handed down father to son to dog for generations, free from the pollution of professionalism and the cold clinical eye of modern science.

Like all folk traditions, many threads make up the fabric of folk surgery. Some conservative traditionalists will commit to nothing more than what was known to Galen from 100 CE. Admittedly their clubs are few in number, but their rigorous adherence to ancient surgery more than makes up for their rapidly declining numbers.

Some people prefer to dwell in those halcyon Victorian days with bright steel instruments unfettered by blind compliance with the upstart Pasteur. Such meetings do tend to be characterised by cheerful screams and noxious odours, but enthusiasts quickly become immune to such minor unpleasantness.



On special Fair days, different surgery clubs will set up their brightly coloured tents and practise their own favourite historical techniques on each other and the unwary passer-by. A wonderful afternoon can be had by the whole family for the trifle of a few minor amputations. How the children laugh to see father hobble so. Jolly times! Teeth extractions can be arranged for the squeamish who merely wish to dabble in this most delightful pastime.

God discussions

on Saturday, April 17, 2010

In discussions about God
I find it rather odd
That evidence demands such small attention,
Some accept uncritically
What from others they would see
As nothing more than obvious invention.