Daily Archives: March 23, 2013

The Rubaiyat of Omar Fitzgerald

Shani, Saturn, son of the sun, SaturdayDeep, deep, deep down, under the throne
Of Omar Khayyam, an Ishmaeili lived.
Despite the promises of bread and wine,
Despite the allure of Rumi, top man,

Fitzgerald lived.

Dear son of the Romans and the Normans,
The Ishmaeli cursed the Wahabi tendency

To frack, frack, and frack again – to transform
The Norman beauty into the Roman thing.
Dear Omar  Fitzgerald said that up from the gate,
On the throne of Saturn sate, a neoplatonist

Called Plotinus, a man more familiar with a gate than agate.
Dear Lapis Lazuli, a gem accustomed to an Arabian twist,
Struck a deal with death, in a kind of a Patagonian tryst.

Gerald the bastard, in a kind of Ulster way,
Said let us tilt the lances in a Khayyam lay.
Ishmail said: “Let us  not squabble in a Wahabi way.
FitzGerald will be the precursor of a Norman day.”
And so, in Syracuse, most things did came to pass.
And Rufus and the Normans just,
Well, took it up the ass!

The blossom and the ziggurat collide

OUT HERE, in the wild wastes of Oxford, you see many a sight. So here is a blossoming tree with snow, and behind it the great ziggurat called the Said Business School. The wasteland beyond the fence is scheduled for development and the birds and the bees are feeling a bit parky. Also, Facebook is crap when you want to put up pictures, so I am doing it this way. Long live WordPress! ♦

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