batless in manhattan

[nomdeplume]

Posted: 10/29/06 at 1:18am

There are who, when the bat on wing transverse
Skims the swart surface of some neighbouring mere,
Catch that thin cry too fine for common ear:
Thus the last joy-note of the universe
Is borne to those few listeners who immerse
Their intellectual hearing in no clear
Paean, but pierce it with the thin-edged spear
Of utmost beauty which contains a curse.
Dead on their sense fall marches hymeneal,
Triumphal odes, hymns, symphonies sonorous;
They crave one shrill vibration, tense, ideal,
Transcending and surpassing the world’s chorus;
Keen, fine, ethereal, exquisitely real,
Intangible as star’s light quivering o’er us.


The Vanishing Point
John Addington Symonds (1840–1893)

[Dakin]

Posted: 10/29/06 at 9:50am

There are always moonbats residing in Manhattan.

[nomdeplume]

Posted: 10/29/06 at 10:15am

Cool.

[Phantom2]

Posted: 10/29/06 at 10:24am

My bat is hiding at the moment.

[nomdeplume]

Posted: 10/29/06 at 10:28am

Daytime.

They are not sun worshippers.