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by Jan Sand
2007-10-31 09:54:48
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Now, master Frankenstein, most senior and benign,
Had assembled many creatures
With both plain and fancy features,

Some with wings, some with tentacles or claws,
Furs or feathers, beaks or paws
And all the other possibilities of design.

But aged and retired, alone and unadmired,
Except for Werf, his old dog,
Also old, in mental fog,
Who merely dreamt of hunting rabbits.
No longer capable of habits
Of leaping after prey too weak and much tired.

The master looked with pity and with love
Upon the ancient ailing hound.
"By God," he cried, "I've found
It possible to bestow new life
With skills of healing and my knife.
Why not give mother nature one more shove?"

So, with energy and love inspired
He sorted through his organ stores
Kidneys, eyeballs, muscles, bones he ignores
The doggy stuff, for his dream has joy.
He will create Werf as a boy!
Werf will be the son he never sired.

Long hours he assembled all the parts.
With care and seamless integration
Fitted he the nose, the knees in expert preparation.
He carpeted the skull with perfect face
And engineered the body made with grace
By his expertise in surgic arcane arts.

The final act concerned old Werf's brain.
Deftly then he scooped it from its skull,
Its awareness made, with drugs, completely dull,
And set it neatly into its connection
In culminating wisdom and affection
On the throne where it could start its human reign.

Free of lightning rods upon the roof,
The doctor plugged his boy into a socket
Set the timer switch to clock it
And pushed the button set to make the heart aflutter
While waiting for the sound his boy would utter.
The lungs most gently prompted, "Woof!"

Werf, at first, inclined to doggy mode.
He scampered after cats and gnawed on bones.
But multitudes of bribes of ice cream cones
Gained him an elevated human status
Along with abstract thought that does unflate us
To journey on the more human road.

In short time he mastered the techniques,
That Frankenstein took years to acquire,
With cleverness and overweened desire.
He learned all the doctor's witchery
To free his master from daily drudgery
To manufacture frogs, monsters and freaks.

But the old man grew weary. He required
Rejuvenation through a unique formation
To continue without consternation.
So Werf repaid his debt in like kind
By a transplant of his master's mind
Into a form familiar and inspired.

Nowadays Werf has his own canine.
A dog that romps with joy with bones and balls,
Who delights in full life that never palls,
Who sniffs at lamp posts, bushes and trees
And unashamedly, with gusto, pees.
His faithful dog, his love, his Frankenstein.

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Emanuel Paparella2007-10-31 10:39:23
Baron Frankestein was sitting in his laboratory musing on his next creation when the ghost of his monster with a rope around his neck suddenly appeared. "What are you doing here, monster?" inquired Frankestein; to which the monster replied: "Boss, they hung me today and so I have came to my maker." Derrida was on target: do not name your monsters or they'll become your pets.

Emanuel Paparella2007-10-31 11:05:36
Here is the exact quote on monsters by Jacques Derrida:

"Monsters cannot be announced. One cannot say: 'here are our monsters', without immediately turning the monsters into pets."

Sand2007-10-31 13:51:57
I assure you, Paparella, I would not accept you as a pet if I spotted you on the street. I would notify the dog catcher immediately.

Emanuel Paparella2007-10-31 15:00:28


Sand2007-10-31 15:52:00
Ongelma on siinä että sinä et tiedä olet koira.

Emanuel Paparella2007-10-31 16:36:06
Concepire l'uomo al livello di una bestia significa aver crato una enorme monstruosità degna di un Frankestein.

Sand2007-10-31 16:40:17
It's amazing, Paparella. Your communication is equally unintelligible in every language. You are a master of obfuscation.

Emanuel Paparella2007-10-31 17:37:46
The important thing is that my obfuscations motivated you to learn Italian (congratulations!) so that you may catch those obfuscations and dutyfully place them in the Grand Inquisitor's record of political correctness. I shudder to think of what the sentence might be if those alleged obfuscations were actually understood.

Sand2007-10-31 17:57:43
I imagine my Italian is on a par with your Finnish.

Jack2007-11-01 00:32:27
I am neither fluent in Finnish nor French, (semi-fluent in Spanish, however not Castillian) but I always take pause for poetry. Take the time...I am always reward for it. Mucho gusto para mi.

Emanuel Paparella2007-11-01 11:39:41
Tienes rason, Jack. El problema del rationalismo y el positivismo logico es que cree que el rationalismo es la essenza del hombre. In realidad, el poetico precede el rationale como es con los ninos. Ellos hacen senso de la realida con su imaginacion.

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