Friday, August 10, 2007
Pangur Ban
I'm posting this rather lovely poem about a cat purely to annoy Bryan, who was last heard of heading west on a speeding train (don't worry - he'll be back). While the cat's away... Cat? Er...
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A blog about, among other things, imaginary ideas - What ifs? and Imagine thats. What if photographs looked nothing like what we see with our eyes? Imagine that the Berlin Wall had never come down. What if we were the punchline of an interminable joke? All contributions welcome.
who could forget Data's poem to his cat, Spot, on Star Trek: The Next Generation:
ReplyDeleteFelis Cattus, is your taxonomic nomenclature,
an endothermic quadruped carnivorous by nature?
Your visual, olfactory and auditory senses
contribute to your hunting skills, and natural defenses.
I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations,
a singular development of cat communications
that obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
for a rhythmic stroking of your fur, to demonstrate affection.
A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents;
you would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance.
And when not being utilized to aide in locomotion,
it often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.
O Spot, the complex levels of behaviour you display
connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array.
And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend,
I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.
Actually i think this was written by Dawkins.
Eloquent, El, eloquent...
ReplyDeleteMaybe Bryan shld start a cat poem contest - or, better still, a cutest cat competition...
When that dark day of parting comes
ReplyDeleteAnd Pangur Ban, my cat, succumbs;
I will look into his frozen eye
And say 'You were so misunderstood by Bry'.
my doggerel's got no prose...
ReplyDeleteBastards
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