Allan Sullivan at Fresh Bilge issued a challenge:
Legends of the Net
Pity the diver scooped up from the sea
And dumped alive into a forest fire,
But not because of fearful tragedy—
A man who's never lived cannot expire.
Although And though it's sometimes years until the neighbors
Notice their neighbors mummified remains,
No Finnish tax-collector at his labors
Is three days dead before his boss complains.
But somewhere there's a man who lost a nut
In a conveyor belt while jacking off—
After he stapled his ruptured scrotum shut
He kept on working—look it up, don't scoff.
It's useless weighing weirdness for these tales—
Sometimes there really are exploding whales.
Alan and his partner Tim Murphy (one of my favorite contemporary poets) have done an alliterative verse translation of Beowulf. I'm looking forward to reading the whole thing.
Revised 01/24/04
Update 1/29/04: I didn't expect prophecy from this, but a whale exploded on a Taiwan street today. Thanks for the pointer, Jilly.
11:55:02 PM 
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