It Never Rains but It Pours

Paul Klee, Fire Clown (1920), National Gallery of Art, Washington, DC

“These winds will plummet your feel-like temps drastically.”—Weather Report

One day it may be useful to remember all this.

—Vergil, Aeneid 1.203

America's feast's movable

Even though New Yorker

Cartoons have turned unfunny.

And yet, and yet, and yet . . .

The promises aborning

Won't pay what one used to get

For jokes in ready money.

Blow, blow, thou winter's wind.

For natures so refined

There's little well designed

Or so I fear to find.

(Don't like to be unkind!)

We seek to find excuse

Philosophy let loose,

But it's no cockamamie use:

Those feel-like temps are blind!

Thursday, February 5, 2026