Augeus
How do I moan about thee? Count the ways:
I moan about the dishes in the sink
The turmeric that sticks around for days
Tainting with jaundice everything I think
About the tide of clutter I complain
It rises to my gorge like global warming
The landfill of our house like endless rain
congeals, then freezes, like an ice-age forming:
Recycle? Yes – but that’s the iceberg’s tip,
It’s that which is below it makes me shiver;
It’s inconcievable to get a grip;
This Herculean task requires a river –
I give it up; I turn to you in bed –
Embrace me; let me moan with thee instead.
This is of course about the Herculean task of clearing the Augean stables (pronounced “Orgy-an”, hence there is an implied pun in the sexual reference at the end. It is also a moan about the endless problem of clutter in our house, which is just about the only real bone of contention between Mark and me. Oh, except for margarine. But that’s another story. Read the full account here (of Hercules, not Mark!) Although….
www.perseus.tufts.edu/Herakles/stables.html – 6k –
Enjoy!
You might also like to know that the line “About the tide of clutter I complain” is a reference to Andrew Marvell’s poem “To His Coy Mistress” (theme: F**k me now, time’s running out) and to the lines:
Thou by the Indian Ganges side
Should’st rubies find: I by the tide
of Humber should complain
Read it here:
http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/marvell/coy.htm
Sarada Gray 