archy and mehitabel, don marquis (1927)
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archy and mehitabel, don marquis (1927)
on this fourth of july we remember and praise not our founding fathers but the stable flies that bit them up and made them rush the declaration of independence out the door 🪰🪰🪰🫡
from Life of Thomas Jefferson, third president of the United States, 1874
it is now on my bucket list to somehow get myself to girona spain at some point in my life. i CANNOT EXPRESS the euphoria i felt when learning about this place that i was researching plane tickets at 12am, i want so much to get every fly souvenir i can and touch one of saint narcissus' flies and go to saint narcissus' fair. a festival for flies!!! it's like something from a dream. if both me and melody went there who do you think would experience more joy
From Newark Evening News, June 12, 1916.
i guess i should have expected a book called "THE HOUSE FLY, A SLAYER OF MEN" to have a very biased perspective on houseflies and be very hateful toward them but this is crazy. this is what a general says to rally his army before they head out into a battle. but actually they're saying this about a fly
good headline i found during my readings
I reached for a towel to dry my hands Out of the corner of one eye, I saw a housefly walking on the floor, In the far corner of the bathroom On wobbly legs she moved very slowly How long had she been in the bathroom? How much of a 30-day lifespan had she used up? Did the life of one puny fly really matter? She, an innocent victim of circumstances, Soon destined to die unfulfilled A looming giant stood over her I held the power of life n’ death On bended knees I lowered my hand The tiny fly hopped onto my palm, Content to rest on something warm n’ alive I moved her closer to my face Her multi-prism eyes met mine In that moment we both understood; “All life clings to life, for life’s sake”
— Housefly. Ray Lucero