Our very latest member, Sam, (I hope she will have joined by now) posted a fabulously surreal piece on Critique Central about a drawn line having feelings.  It has inspired this poetic reply to be sung to the tune of ‘Maxwell’s Silver Hammer’


Sam is quizzical, posing pataphysical
thoughts upon a line.
Does it have a life that is all its
ow, ow, ow own?
 
If it’s cut in two, will it bleed like me and you,
does it comprehend
it’s only its two ends that define it
so, oh, oh, oh?
 
     But, just as the line has been drawn,
     straight along the page …..
 
     Bang! Bang! Barney’s blacklead pencil
     is coming into view
     Bang! Bang! Barney’s blacklead pencil
     has cut the line in two!
 
Now, no longer one, will his life be so much fun
living as a twin?
Should he learn to love his bisected
ha, ha, ha, halves?
 
Thinking philosophically, he could now be cut in three
so he’s taking stock.
Everything could clearly have turned out
far, wor, wor, worse
 
     But, just as he’s coming to terms
     the compasses return …..  whoa, oh
 
     Bang! Bang! Barney’s blacklead pencil
     is poised above the sheet
     Bang! Bang! Barney’s blacklead pencil’s
     describing arcs that meet!!
 
now he feels ridiculous, they’re raising perpendiculars
where his two halves meet
should he be discreet or let out a
yell, ell, ell, ell?
 
The line’s now in a jam, become a parallelogram
all his ends are joined,
identity purloined to create a
play, play, play, plane
 
     But, just as he ponders the fact
     his world’s just turned 2D …..
 
     Bang! Bang! Barney’s blacklead pencil
     is coming back to draw.
     Bang! Bang! Barney’s blacklead pencil
     ensures the line’s no more …..
 
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Geometric Sam