The Day the World Ends (Poems)
From the most creative and celebrated filmmakers of the 20th century, and co-creator of such classics as Fargo, No kingdom for previous males, and precise Grit, a suite of poems that gives humor and perception into an artist who has continually driven the limits of his craft.
Ethan Coen's screenplays have shocked and thrilled overseas audiences with their hilarious imaginative and prescient and bizarrely profound knowing of human nature. This eccentric genius is printed back within the Day the realm Ends, a notable diversity of poems which are as humorous, ribald, provocative, uncooked, and infrequently touching because the amazing movies that experience made the Coen brothers cult legends.
prior to beginning again in the direction of earth— Which, unhappy to assert, Shall not be there. and they're going to fall and fall and fall With not anything to prevent them, Accelerating, quicker and swifter, till they burst into shrieking flame, after which eventually, And eternally, Their ashes will dither and swirl within the nightfall of everlasting nothingness. while this occurs —And it is going to— Don’t be announcing, “Oh! Oh, wait—can i've got a moment? no one warned me!” test it. They’ll shake this poem on your face and say,.
“Remember this? keep in mind this, jackoff?” Limericks whilst their pug started humping his leg Uncle Vern shook his head at Aunt Peg: “Can’t deny that I’ve snuck Her the ordinary little fuck, yet we can’t have her commencing to beg.” offended abbess, uninteresting city boy: “Suppose You clarify yourself—and Sister Rose!” “Sorry, ma’am—is this flawed? all of the nuns all alongside were telling me that’s the place this goes.” O, numbed age! Is there now not more room in Passion’s hothouse for perverts to.
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through my flamboyant adversary Who will sneer, supply careless cape-flicks that may prick my rage and ridicule it, Who will whirl, Take boastful steps right here, And right here, Who will tilt his head, Pose, And plunge his sword With its absurdly unfair virtue (reach, mobility— attempt those stumpy horns) To ship blood foaming from my mouth And sever the strings that lock my limbs. that's what the gang is right here for: My fury, My rolling eyes, My buckling knees, My neck-twisting flop into the airborne dirt and dust.
Ferocious wrench and a choked-out “Nguh!”— He collapsed, and lay jerking and trembling at the flooring, Legs senselessly churning as wetness depraved From his rumpled crotch. She raised one eyebrow: “Gross,” she stated, Which he did simply listen, And take, Clattering down with him, to darkness. aging growing old It relatively sucks First is going determine Then pass fucks Then your wits make a decision they’re performed Yeah gettin outdated She ain’t no enjoyable. To the English Language thanks For.