Sunday, December 09, 2007
Woody Allen on the WGA strike, via the union web site.
Have been a bit speechless myself, for different reasons. It's amazing how sick you can get when you put your mind to it.
Actually overdosing on the vitamins and so on but would much rather be out on the picket line.
"What say you / soldiers of the lyre, we wait / for some o’clock and then stop / singing? Oh I would stop, oh yes / and let the feckless meadow fill / with xylophones and snow, the striped / tail of the muse slap in her burrow."
(from "Poetry and Sorrow in a 'Right-to-Sing' State")