Bob Schwartz

Spirit Accident

Spirit Accident

The chance of an asteroid
Hurtling toward earth and
Hitting it doesn’t hit
Even the misses are few.
Odds are better
A fragment hits
Leaving lasting spirit
But loose memory
Almost lapsed memory
Lingering.

Look at the assembly
Recognize the parts
And their provenance.
Once in the while
An early element
Arrives and sits down.
Good to see you.
And you.
It’s like it never left.

© Bob Schwartz 2017

Sometimes I Think I Must Go Mad: ‘Much-loved’ giant rabbit found dead after United flight to O’Hare

Oh, sometimes I think I must go mad. Where will it all end?
Groucho Marx as Professor Quincy Adams Wagstaff in Horse Feathers (1932)

Here is the story in today’s Washington Post.

Here is the summary: A woman in the UK raises giant rabbits. Darius is 4 feet, 4 inches long, a Guinness World Record (see photo above). His 10-month-old son Simon is already 3 feet 5 inches long. Simon was sold to a buyer in Chicago and shipped via United Airlines. Simon died sometime during the trip.

Not a day goes by that doesn’t hint at some degree of craziness, or scream about it. Maybe it is always like this or maybe we are now more sensitized to it from frequent exposure.

Where will it all end?

Minister of Finance: Here is the Treasury Department’s report, sir. I hope you’ll find it clear.
Rufus T. Firefly, President of Freedonia (Groucho Marx): Clear? Huh. Why a four-year-old child could understand this report. Run out and find me a four-year-old child, I can’t make head or tail of it.
Duck Soup (1933)