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In Breughel's time ... poem about the codpiece

1-31-08 Update: Sick again but mostly worn out. All night up-down-up-down. I drank a mango-mandarin tea that keep revisiting me. Today? Water. And milk on my cereal. Everything is still 'loose' if y'know what I mean. So no good news, except I've felt okay for an hour ... We did not get any snow. SE Kansas got clobbered. 32º at the moment.

In Breughel's time

O codpiece! that hideth thy desire.
O o'er stuffed sock! that decieves us both.
Be flexible as a willow wand,
stout as an oak staff's poke.
And as thou warmest to thy task,
beware of what may snatch it from thee.
For what's mine may not be thine,
if the codpiece, once peeled lies,
and can't deliver. Thus, O deliverer!
prepare us for a passion's hour,
spare us for a moment's need for lust.

© Kåre Enga 2008 [164.461] 2008-01-13

This link will show you one of Breughel's famous paintings. And if you didn't understand the poem, you will now! Codpieces had a necessary function, but had become a 'fashion' statement. What can be enhanced ... is often enhanced.

http://breughel.8m.net/cgi-bin/i/bruiloftdans.jpg

NEWS:

Cold blooded mole rats and lack of pain:

http://news.yahoo.com/s/livescience/20080129/sc_livescience/strangecreatureimmun...

Guess they are very sweet. Ŧĥē Beŋ should be proud!

ME:

Very ill Tuesday night. Spasms of cold. Feverish. Didn't get to go to my poetry gathering. But I'm much better today.

Kansas: 34º; windy, cold and lots of snow in the forecast.

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