Day: March 27, 2019
rDay Fourteen-Hundred-Sixty-Three
Poem of the Day – March 27
I asked the dog why she barked at the moon,
And she said, because it’s the moon.
You’re begging the question, I said.
Didn’t your mother teach you anything,
When you were in the kennel?
She gave me that look I take to mean
Give me a break, will you.
Why is the moon round, she asked,
And I wondered if it was a trick question.
I said, I don’t really know, come to think of it.
Don’t know? she said. Are you kidding me?
The moon is round because it’s the moon!
She had been standing but now she sat,
Proud of herself, I suppose. Deserving a treat.
That’s another logical fallacy, I said.
Circular reasoning. Surely you learned that somewhere.
At least I had an answer, she said, sounding miffed.
You didn’t know anything.
You didn’t even try to figure it out.
Okay, I said, it’s out there spinning in space
And over millions of years all the corners
And high spots get worn off and it eventually
Becomes a sphere. How’s that?
Idiotic, she said. The moon doesn’t rotate.
That’s why the dark side is always dark.
I’m very surprised you didn’t know that.
I was certain she was wrong but I didn’t know why
So I decided to change the subject.
Why do you chase cats, I asked?
Because they’re cats, she said, and she shook her head
And went off to her favorite corner to lie down.
© Dennis Hathaway
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Herman in Viet Nam 5
I can no longer keep up with these things. Herman’s descriptions are intermingled in separate paragraphs of text and not indexed to the individual photographs, but I know that they mostly document his cruise up the Mekong River out of Saigon. I can probably put you in touch directly with Herman if you desire more detail.