The poet
W. B. Keckler, of
Sanskrit of the Body fame, called us a "logolater" (an idolizer of words), noting that logolaters "are the
unicorns of the linguistic kingdom." Keckler is qualified to make such a statement, as "poetry invented the unicorn, the centaur, and the phoenix. / Hence it is true that poetry is an everlasting Ark" (Delmore Schwartz, "The Kingdom of Poetry").
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Double You Bee writes:
My Dear Oddfellow, I collect Tamagotchi. Nobody wants them anymore and they thrive in thrift stores like your century flower. Especially the stuffed ones. Many of them are uncircumcized and can be worked in and out of a pouch they zipper down into. Their necks are Tamagotchi prepuces. They are known for their dearth of facial features which may be, alas, the future.
Now I will believe there are unicorns.
They lay their heads upon the laps of virgins.
Why are there no unicorns near me?
"They flee from me that sometime did me seek..."
Poets invented the unicorn, the centaur and the phoenix because they are the unicorn, the centaur and the phoenix.
Alas.
Also, they exist to say alas.
Alas.
