Ort in a nine story house


“He found him in a desert land, and in the waste howling wilderness; he led him about, he kept him as the apple of his eye, he instructed him.”

— Deuteronomy 32:10

“(James) Joyce built a whole universe out of a grain of sand.”

— Salman Rushdie

“Teacher: Leave those kids alone... If u don’t eat ur meat u kan’t have ne pudding. How kan u have any pudding if u don’t eat ur meat... All in all it’s just another brick in the wall.”

— Pink Floyd,

“We Don’t Need No Education”

“As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.... As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.”

— Song of Songs 2: 2-3

”His experiences included wellattested cases of levitation in ecstasy; and the Blessed Virgin appeared to him, comforting him with the welcome news that he would never be a Bishop.”

— G.K. Chesterton re Thomas Aquinas

“Only you, Lord, only you.”

— Thomas Aquinas’ response to a vision of Christ asking him what reward he would like for all his meritorious action

“All that I have written seems like straw to me.”

— Thomas Aquinas, the Dumb Ox, re the Summa Theologica

“If you were to squeeze me like a lemon you would get nothing more out of me... Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent. “

— Ludwig Wittgenstein

“Out, out, brief candle. Life is nothing more than an illusion. It’s like a poor actor who struts and worries for his hour on the stage and then is never heard from again. Life is a story told by an idiot, full of noise and fury but devoid of meaning.”

— William Shakespeare, Macbeth


Lights on to find Meme center stage, alone.


Is there time to eat? After all, the show must go on. What are we having? Ox tail soup? My favorite.

Angel or dumb ox: Who can know? All is ultimately unexpurgated. You can’t be serious. Do we have time to talk? The tiniest spiders are invisible to the naked eye. That’s all I want to say. Metagrobolize.

So Meme went looking for a bowl. For the soup. All of them were dirty. Most were cracked. Maybe a cup would be OK. Theeme enters, stage left.


Don’t shoot the messenger: I would tell you what I saw, but I don’t know how to say it.

Meme yawns. Meme laughs. Meme smiles. Meme dances. Meme transmogrifies. Meme farts.


All right then. (Theeme clears throat.) As I was standing watch on the hill, I thought I saw the forest move. Punish me if it’s not true. (Theeme smiles and winks.)


Liar and slave! (Meme takes a sip from the can of coke which has mysteriously appeared in the left hand. Then proceeds to chant poignantly.)

Dunkin’ the dough, the nuts, the witches. Hole-y in the mid-section, holy lower, wholey holy. Is there time to eat the golden rod, the spoiled child? Swallow hook line and sinker. Holy watered desert storm.


Straw polls and lemon wax, Meme man! Your impersonalization of me is perfect. Apples to apples, as they say. You can’t tell the players without a pogrom.

Theatrical Review:

This clear work of genius does not mistake a map for a sign or a sign for a raft or a raft for a feather un-caged and cagey, limitless and edgy. If it could be said, it would be said. To be or not to be continuous. Serviced with an olive twist: Please, sir, can I have some more? Lassie, come home. Your beauty is astonishing to meme. Deo gratias. ¦

— Rx is the FloridaWeekly muse who hopes to inspire profound mutiny in all those who care to read. Our Rx may be wearing a pirate cloak of invisibility, but emanating from within this shadow is hope that readers will feel free to respond. Who knows: You may even inspire the muse. Make contact if you dare.

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