All is lithogenesis

Hugh MacDiarmid, ‘On a Raised Beach’

All is lithogenesis -- or lochia,
Carpolite fruit of the forbidden tree,
Stones blacker than any in the Caaba,
Cream-coloured caen-stone, chatoyant pieces,
Celadon and corbeau, bistre and beige,
Glaucous, hoar, enfouldered, cyathiform,
Making mere faculae of the sun and the moon,
I study you glout and gloss, but have
No cadrans to adjust you with, and turn again
From optik to haptik and like a blind man run
My fingers over you, arris by arris, burr by burr,
Slickensides, truité, rugas, foveoles,
Bringing my aesthesis in vain to bear,
An angle-titch to all your corrugations and coigns,
Hatched foraminous cavo-rilievo of the world,
Deictic, fiducial stones. Chiliad by chiliad
What bricole piled you here, stupendous cairn?

Back in 1981, while living in Cleveland, Evan used to mutter incessantly: "All is lithogenesis." Often times it was the first thing out of his mouth, followed by: "HAH!"

A horse is a horse, of course, of course

Confused Citizen hasn't posted any pix of Jake lately so I thought I'd post the next best thing.

(rim shot)

So John Kerry walks into a bar, and the bartender says, "Why the long face?"

(budda boom, budda bing)