(from the Tom Robbins discussion group)
"The moon can't help it. It's only an object. The moon doesn't mean to set
things sloshing--in every ocean's basin, in every female's uterus, in every
poet's jar of ink, in every madman's drool.
`It's only a paper moon/Sailing over a cardboard sea.' The moon can't help
it if the best toys are made of paper. And the best metaphors made of cheese.
They say that lost objects end up on the moon. Is a siren responsible for a
sailor's taste in song?
The moon can't help it. It's only a fat dumb object, the pumpkin of the
sky. The moon's a mess, to tell the truth. A burnt-out cinder the color of
dishwater; a stale gray cookie covered with scars. Every loose rock in our
solar system has taken a punch at it. It's been stoned, scorched, golf-clubbed,
and inflicted with boils. If lovers have chosen this brutalized derelict, this
tortured dustball, this pitted and pimpled parcel of wasteland as the repository
of their dreams, the moon can't help it.
Solar enthusiasts are fond of pointing out that the moon merely reflects the
light of the sun. Yes, the moon is a mirror. It can't help it. The moon is
the original mirror, the first to refuse to distort CHOICE. Objects can't
think. They employ other methods. But we human beings use objects to think
with. And when it comes to the moon, you are free to think as you choose."
Still Life With Woodpecker
check earlier post B is for Beer - Tom Robbins will be in Denver very soon!
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