a Mahabharata

The first post, from the first page of Eunoia, a (first) gift:

Awkward grammar appals a craftsman. A Dada bard as daft as Tzara damns stagnant art and scrawls an alpha (a slapdash arc and a backward zag) that mars all stanzas and jams all ballads (what a scandal). A madcap vandal crafts a small ankh - a handstamp that can stamp a wax pad and at last plant a mark that sparks an ars magna (an abstract art that charts a phrasal anagram). A pagan skald chants a dark saga (a Mahabharata), as a papal cabal blackballs all annals and tracts, all dramas and psalms: Kant and Kafka, Marx and Marat. A law harshly as a fatwa bans all paragraphs that lack an A as a standard hallmark.

I'm jumping on the bloggerbandwagon. Mainly because I want my friends to know what I'm up to when I move to Montreal, even though they will be hearing lots from me. Yup, that's right. Hearing. Lots.