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Saturday, October 28, 2017

Writing That Transcends Time And Space

This was adapted by Dr. Suess, from one of his childrens' books, Marvin K. Mooney, Will You Please Go Now; at the request of Art Buchwald. It was published in the Washington Post on July 30, 1974. Nine days later, Richard Nixon resigned.



"Richard M. Nixon will you please go now!
The time has come. The time has come.
The time is now. Just go.
Go.Go!

I don't care how. You can go by foot.
You can go by cow.
Richard M. Nixon will you please go now!
You can go on skates. You can go on skis.
You can go in a hat. But, please go. Please!
I don't care. You can go by bike.
You can go on a Zike-Bike if you like.

If you like you can go in an old blue shoe.
Just go, go, GO! Please do, do, do, DO!
Richard M. Nixon I don't care how.
Richard M. Nixon will you please GO NOW!

You can go on stilts. You can go by fish.
You can go in a Crunk-Car if you wish.
If you wish you may go
By lion's tale. Or stamp yourself and go by mail.

Richard M. Nixon, don't you know
The time has come to go, go, GO!
Get on your way!

Please Richard M.! You might like going in a Zumble-Zay.
You can go by balloon . . .Or broomstick. Or you can go by camel
In a bureau drawer. You can go by bumble-boat. . . or jet.
I don't care how you go. Just get!
Richard M. Nixon! I don't care how.
Richard M. Nixon will you please GO NOW?
I said GO! And GO I meant . . .
The time had come. So . . .Richard WENT."

Friday, February 21, 2014

Writing That Transcends Time And Space

I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when the dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I've seen it's muddy
bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

Langston Hughes, February 1, 1902- May 22, 1967