020 • Antichrist alert
The Antichrist got on our bus.
He didn’t cause much of a fuss.
No sulphurous whiff,
No tusk in his quiff.
But somehow, not quite one of us.
Thing is, how do we know it was The Antichrist at all? And why does Otherness have to be such a bugbear?
9 thoughts on “020 • Antichrist alert”
Perhaps that will be the entity’s advantage. Maybe the most unlike him might see him. Besides, the sulfurous whiff on a crowded bus …not a reliable sign.
‘The most unlike him might see him’ … certainly the terror of Otherness is deeply-rooted in the human psyche. Do you think we’d all be happier if we’d been born as weasels?
Embracing otherness is a solution to many ills and difficult to do. Fear i suppose. I know i would be happy as a weasel. They fascinate me with their lithe appearance and calculating behavior. Sweet faces.
I’ll do my best to come up with a weasel poem for you, Ric, but the rule is I have to write something that’s in my head on waking.
How do you tell the difference between a stoat and a weasel?
A weasel is weaselly recognised, while a stoat is stoatally different.
Neat. And how do you distinguish an otter from a pine marten?
Rick
Since this question has been left hanging, I must assume that the distinction is analogous to that between a raven and a writing desk.
Carroll’s riddle is the easier (‘one slopes with a flap’ etc) but I think the answer to the second probably ends with ‘an otter is otterly different’.
Good wishes,
Richard.