The Teapot Dome Scandal. Because of the way History is taught (or was in my day) I have this name indelibly etched in my brain (taking up valuable — i.e. limited — real estate) that has no significance because I have no idea what said event was. Was it about teapots? Was it about domes? Was it about both? If so, what’s a “teapot dome?” The curved part at the top? How big of a teapot related scandal could there be, really.
Sleet and rain, as if the pot were boiling.
Winds whack like the crack of an axe.
An old man, an old man,
At sunset, crept into my hut.
He sighed. He sighed as if to himself,
"These rulers, so cruel. Why, tell me
Why they must steal till we starve,
Then slice the skin from our bones?
For a song from some beauty,
They'll go back on sworn words;
For a song from some tart,
They'll tear down our huts;
For a sweet song or two,
They'll slaughter ten thousand like me,
Like you. Weep as you will,
Let your hair turn white,
Let your whole clan go hungry...
No good wind will blow,
No gentle breeze
Begin again.
Lord Locust Plague and Baron Bandit Bug,
One east, one west, one north, one south.
We're surrounded.
NOTE: This the J.P. Seaton translation found in The Poetry of Zen (2004); Shambhala Publications: Boston, MA, pp. 67-68. For the author’s name, Seaton uses “Kuan Hsiu,” the Wade-Giles romanization of the name.
Violence: A Very Short Introduction by Philip Dwyer
Taken in October of 2013 in Delhi
Taken on December 22, 2016 in Budapest
by night
Chamber of Deputies (I think)
Main staircase
Tiger Riding for Beginners 