there’s something happenning here
February 2nd, 2008
…you’d have to think, wouldn’t you?
What’s in your mind, my dove, my coney;
Do thoughts grow like feathers, the dead end of life;
Is it making of love or counting of money,
Or raid on the jewels, the plans of a thief?
(W. H. Auden, November 1930)
(reading the rest of the poem would render the question academic.)
(of course, if you read the rest of the poem, you probably are. academic.)