7.07.2006

Worn out today, too tired for read-along. Maybe I need a crib.

So many swings & swingsets in this poem. I am going to have to look into the science of Oscillations. There is such a thing (math, physics). Vibrations, wave theory.

Some poetry puts words through what we guitarists know as a "phaser" (a sound oscillator).

All work & no play faisent Jacques a dull garcon, however. Perhaps I should go back to advanced osculations. Sacre bleu! Mais non.

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