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fizzy cider: drinking your mind can be like what the bog Irish, my people (grt grt grandmother “ravished by an Irish pirate & taken off to sea”) call fizzy cider. Not the fake coorsesque weak junk people drink in the US; The taste of apples is all still there, a barest hint of languorous syrupy on the tongue, too rich almost, just in the ferment one crucial step short of rotting, but whettingly keen like a damascus knife blade in the finish; hiddenly rambunctious & mischievous; an apple is an hyperbole of a fruit – the deer would have carted the pampered seeds around for less – but the fermenting hides this excess slyly – it’s like the lover hidden, bottom-half naked behind the voluminous velvet folds of the drapery in a medieval castle having to listen while the unexpectedly arrived lord takes the lady whose heart is really his; you cause this voluptuous confusion in my heart; your mind tastes like this, like fizzy cider;
Dear Mr. Pog,
I was reading this one and thinking about your words about how to read this site (more or less aloud) and came upon this link…
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20050606/ap_en_mu/apple_podcasting
have you considered podcasting some of the fables?
I could imagine having them read by someone with long tusks or horns.
Actually, chancelucky, someone mentioned podcasting to me & all I need is a producer to help me get down with it. Does it sound too cool or what? What a great word it is — podcasting. I mean, being a bloggist is trez cool, but a podcaster! — like whale song along the hadal trenches of the deep net, muy yum.
If you find anyone who's, like, technically good at this, I got the stories & I sure can read out loud in dulcet tones. (pogblog@yahoo.com)
ps. Now that I learned about them, I love to think of the whales and the squids all lolling in the hadal (deeper than the abyssmal!) trenches. That there are mountains higher or deeper than the himalayas down there seems a veryness in mysteriousness. The word hadal comes from Hades, who was not such a bad fellow actually, just a little claustraphobic.
Somebody out there, let's podcast!
pog