Friday, February 06, 2004

I'm headed for Cockaigne. How about you?

I guess that's one way to imagine it. Johannes Phokela's trotting roasted pig looks better than the ones I imagined reading the Slate article.

I wish I could write so beautifully.









Here is a translation of the poem The Land of Cockaygne; the original is here.






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