Anti Wage-Slavery, Pro-Freedom Quotations Of The Week 654-656

Why should I let the toad work

Squat on my life?

Can't I use my wit as a pitchfork

And drive the brute off?

Six days of the week it soils

With its sickening poison -

Just for paying a few bills!

That's out of proportion.

Lots of folk live on their wits:
Lecturers, lispers,
Losels, loblolly-men, louts-

They don't end as paupers;

Lots of folk live up lanes

With fires in a bucket,

Eat windfalls and tinned sardines-

they seem to like it.

Their nippers have got bare feet,

Their unspeakable wives
Are skinny as whippets - and yet
No one actually starves.

Ah, were I courageous enough
To shout Stuff your pension!
But I know, all too well, that's the stuff
That dreams are made on:

For something sufficiently toad-like

Squats in me, too;

Its hunkers are heavy as hard luck,

And cold as snow

from

Toad

Philip Larkin

VVV

The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.

                                                           William Blake

I was beside the master craftsman,

delighting him [sic] day after day,

ever at play in his presence,

at play everywhere on his earth,

delighting to be with the children of humanity.

And now, my children, listen to me

Happy are those who keep my ways.

Sophia (Wisdom),

Proverbs 8
(emphasis JS)