Brian’s post about the early bird, lovely post that it was, left a small, very nasal fly inside my head who has been buzzing away, demanding a good swatting. This little essay is meant to be a rolled up piece of paper with which to do away with him.
Brian began by pointing out that metaphors are mortal. He then went on to talk about ‘proverbs’ – “lockets with fossils inside” – a suggestion that they die too. I think perhaps Brian was conflating two things here that can be teased apart. Thus the fly.
My question then— Metaphors die, do proverbs?
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Long Winded:
Les Yeux des Pauvres:
The Poet of Ceder St.:
Life, to be sure: