Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for October 08, 2018

These kids today and their weird body enhancements, piercing this, hyper-extending that…

If you look carefully, you’ll see these guys are (1) sitting in pots, and (2) each have two of these weird bifurcated tentacles growing from one shoulder.

Look up “steerable laparoscopic grasper”.

Touching

They are only a sparkle in their daddy’s eye at this point, at least they have a pot to p… in.

Stay in touch…

When the connectors mate, what is transferred through the umbilical?

To me it’s a couple of pyramid-building slaves on break, fondly anticipating their Saturday night date.

Love meeting these navel academics.

“I’m afraid I can’t go out on a limb”, he said disarmingly.

“Reach Out and Touch Someone” they said…..

Um … bilious comments are most welcome here ….

As I recall in the French cartoon movie The Triplets of Belleville,

they threw hand grenades into the frog pond to get dinner.

For a second there, I thought it said “Unbiblical limbo”, and I wondered, “what other kind is there?” Today, the snake charmers become the snakes. Carry on.

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Dark Poet, a maid’s breast / Haunts you, / Embittered poet, life seethes / And life burns, / And the sky reabsorbs itself in rain, / Your pen scratches at the heart of life.

/ Forest, forest, alive with your eyes, / On multiple pinions; / With storm-bound hair, / The poets mount horses, dogs./ Eyes fume, tongues stir, / The heavens surge into our senses / Like blue mother’s milk; / Women, harsh vinegar hearts, / I hang suspended from your mouths.

Umbilical Limbo 1926

– Antonin Artaud

“Hands Across America” can’t hold a candle to “Hands Across Froglandia.” Lame.

Let your fingers do the walking to the treasure’s in Froglandia.

Keep those arms pulling…we will win the arms race. The doggies down the stretch…they can not catch.

I remember Plastic Man in the comic books. I have seen maladroitly drawn ancient Egyptian frescoes.

But all analogies are a stretch in this case.

No matter how low they go, they will not succeed in limboing below the Umbilicus of the earth, where Zeus’s eagles parted and then met.

Hail, Delphi! (Or, following Donovan’s alternate reading, “Hail, Atlantis!”)

[It is “limbo” and not “limbs,” as the tail curls off from the top, as in a cursive “o” rather than the bottom as in a cursive “s.”]

Forewarned is four armed.

Are they squatting on pots?