Said the Tailor to the Bishop: Believe me, I can fly. Watch me while I try. And he stood with things That looked like wings On the great church roof-
That is quite absurd A wicked, foolish lie, For man will never fly, A man is not a bird, Said the Bishop to the Tailor.
Said the People to the Bishop: The Tailor is quite dead, He was a stupid head. His wings are rumpled And he lies all crumpled On the hard church square.
The bells ring out in praise That man is not a bird It was a wicked, foolish lie, Mankind will never fly, Said the Bishop to the People.
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CATS: let’s talk about housecats and how fucking weird they are evolutionarily/anthropologically—haven’t verified the citations, but pretty cool read
Article in The Guardian by comedian Stewart Lee, about the end of the world (a serious story). Great ending.
Said the Tailor to the Bishop:
Believe me, I can fly.
Watch me while I try.
And he stood with things
That looked like wings
On the great church roof-
That is quite absurd
A wicked, foolish lie,
For man will never fly,
A man is not a bird,
Said the Bishop to the Tailor.
Said the People to the Bishop:
The Tailor is quite dead,
He was a stupid head.
His wings are rumpled
And he lies all crumpled
On the hard church square.
The bells ring out in praise
That man is not a bird
It was a wicked, foolish lie,
Mankind will never fly,
Said the Bishop to the People.
--Bertold Brecht (via Benjamin Noys)