We are the dark deniers, let us summonDeath from a summer woman,
A muscling life from lovers in their cramp,
From the fair dead who flush the sea
The bright-eyed worm on Davy's lamp,
And from the planted womb the man of straw.
--from "The Boys of Summer"
It is a tremendous regret of mine that we weren't able to devote an entire month to celebrating the Welshman--our Dylan Thomas+ Crazy Dick Weeklong Interpretive Extravaganza hardly scratched the surface of his fathomless work. Anyway, this illustration should go a long way toward repairing that deficit: here we have a planted womb that has sprouted a baby tree, while the clever occupant of said womb offers up the classic anti-evolution straw man: if humans are descended from worms, then why can't I regenerate my hoe-chopped wang? Indeed! Illustrious refutation!
5 comments:
The tree, it has a NAVEL! Every homeschool household in America should have a print of this. And if the Creation Museum offers a penny less than $100k, tell them to SOD OFF.
The Creation Museum! I haven't heard any news from them in months. Allow me to update myself...
OH MY GOD THEY'RE OPENING TOMORROW!
Holy stromboli, you're RIGHT. And I noticed that they're charging $5 extra if you want to do the planetarium.
It's brilliant. I'm so curious about what a Creationist planetarium experience would be like, I'd be forced to cough up the fiver.
"...And if you'll turn your attention to the eastern horizon, you'll see the giant Hand of God emerging, wearing a naked, sexless contortionist angel as a pinky ring..."
"...And if you'll turn your attention to the eastern horizon, you'll see the giant Hand of God emerging, wearing a naked, sexless contortionist angel as a pinky ring..."
Now that would make a fine drawing.
Too fucking right, anonymous. bombardier beetle knows his way around a turn of phrase.
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