From a small island room at Hotel Five,
You can catch the pace of the bicycle ferry
Where guests walk in tea to go dining.
The formal course allows for slower
meals along the horse-ripped walk.
A surrealist poem by Gail
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Okay. Horse-ripped keeps making me think of horse-whipped. Anyone else? The rest is really serene and non-confrontationally mind bending. Kind of melty.
Posted by: Ana | April 10, 2005 at 09:44 PM
I was thinking, torn up by hooves, but I did notice the similarity to "horse-whipped." The pun didn't bother me because surrealism is always (at least for me) a little ambiguous and a little funny along with it. I liked the picture of vacationers dining formally and serenely in a vaguely menacing setting.
Posted by: gail | April 10, 2005 at 10:09 PM
A mad tea party sort of thing.
Posted by: gail | April 10, 2005 at 10:10 PM
Torn up by horses is less violent than I'd imagined. I had Passion of the Christ (not that I've seen it) in mind. Carry on.
Posted by: Ana | April 11, 2005 at 05:32 AM
I just realized that horse-ripped walk is a spoonerism for horse-whipped rock. I have no empathy for silicon based geo-forms.
Posted by: gail | April 11, 2005 at 10:47 AM