https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/section-662-rawing-lines-in-the-sand A few hundred poems written in 2009. en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Sat, 13 Jun 2026 11:52:19 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11124-wanting https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11124-wanting it is not enough i think to love to love and love to love and love and love it is not enough to touch, to dream, to hope to pray to say my name and love love, it is not enough to love i think but oh, to kiss for a moment that is everything. Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Sat, 12 Sep 2009 01:18:07 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11124 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11124 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11124 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11074-loneliness https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11074-loneliness This is the story of the abdomen the long low cramp that bursts  like my imagination from my tongue. This is the borrowed pen, jotting tears like like poetry tapped from my veins bleeding blue onto thin pale skin. All of this, is the body of work that defines an endless yawping yawn that creates the chasm where our love should be. This is is us. Alone. 02/07/2009 Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Sat, 05 Sep 2009 14:53:38 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11074 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11074 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11074 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10523-psalm-for-a-city-lost https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10523-psalm-for-a-city-lost In Lowell, God is unknown.     his name is forgotten in Centerville. his tabernacle is empty in Jeanne D'arc     and only he knows were he dwells. If there is passion like flaming arrows     and hope like a shield on fifth avenue then the memory of him is a sword, and we are war. Glorious are you, and excellent,     more than the valiant Merrimac water plundered by the Pawtucket falls     resting tears down his cheeks     If there is salt, like crushing words     and death like a filthy poem then this is the hymn of ocean, and we are peace.   The god of Mayor Bud is nothing but rebuke     and a mare whinnies as she pulls back in fear of the omnnipotent hand.     Who are you that you can stand beside me? If there is heaven, like cold judgment     and earth like the silence before then this is affliction, and we are disease. Surely the wrath of man praises you.     The survivors of our prayers cry out: Yahweh, Yahweh, we are alone.     We are alone. Our neighbors bring presents, but no fear of god     this is the price of my song: a careful descent to a careless hell.   ... more Stephan Anstey Translations from English Fri, 01 May 2009 16:02:10 GMT /section-663-translations-from-english#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10523 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10523 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10523 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10914-denominations https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10914-denominations                                                Christ, everything is divided arb istrarily. Bodies of water, Cont inents - faith. No wonder there is war. At the tippiest tip of Africa's top piest top, I swam and dreamed toge ther with sharks and seals. Halle luia the water is warm. Christ, everything is crashingto getherar bitrarilyContinentseas faith. The sharks digest the seals in the warm water while At the bottom, where the clams walk and watch my feet with both eyes, War is peaceful. Everything drifts. ... more Stephan Anstey Almighty God or Something Mon, 13 Apr 2009 04:22:48 GMT /section-708-almighty-god-or-something#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10914 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10914 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10914 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11125-escaping-love https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11125-escaping-love i noticed that your heart was open just a smidge and the light inside you was shining out from underneath so brightly, i thought it is forever in there so i ran away afraid. Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Fri, 10 Apr 2009 03:26:46 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11125 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11125 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11125 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11123-without-you https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11123-without-you when i grow up i wish to be the memory of a cloud too forgotten by the sun to rain too lost by the moonlight to be found when i grow up i wish to die like the little crust in your eye comfortable, for a while then brushed away you, for a while then crushed and gone when i grow up Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Tue, 31 Mar 2009 20:08:29 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11123 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11123 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11123 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11115-ashamed-of-myself https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11115-ashamed-of-myself and yes, i'm embarrassed because yes, i feel you in me, raging like a tornado or a frog or maybe hot wet masturbation and yes, i'm embarrassed because i never talk about any of that with anyone not even the frog because who could understand i want to be a frog that's so fucking nuts and i'm such a retard yes it's crazy but your legs are around something in me and your mind is rubbing me just right and i'm embarrased because every thing is spin ning ar ound me and i'm not a frog, just fucking nuts. And so damned embarrassed. I'm not a frog. just green, or something I'm probably not even that. swimming around wallowing like a fool i remember before legs being a tadpole or maybe i was kansas not a tadpole maybe I was wheat or corn right there under the tornado. wishing i was a frog. ... more Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Sat, 28 Mar 2009 04:06:55 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11115 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11115 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11115 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11113-purge https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11113-purge Renata thought that maybe I should try a cup of pear and beet juice or maybe a double shot of wheat grass to clean me out, completely. Maybe I should try, something like a cup of cranberry or maybe that double shot of wheat grass but i hate that feeling, completely. Renata is usaully right, so maybe I should. Try a cup, or a pair and beat it. A triple shot of wheat grass will really clean me out, completely. Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Fri, 27 Mar 2009 02:42:57 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11113 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11113 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11113 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11108-long-night-blues https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11108-long-night-blues i was sippin' gin when Mel walked in and strummed along a beer i had two more (both tall) before he asked if i could hear the heartache at the Worthen loneliness at Brew'd i shook my head, and simply said i don't hear nuthin' dude Market street's all quiet, middle street's all dark Kerouac still sleeping on the bench right in his park and sure I'm mostly broken and sure I'm mostly dead but I'm here in lowell and halfway whole two cold beers and a too warm bed ahhh, just for fun i bought him one but Mel couldn't let it go i shook my head, then i said "man, you know i just dont' know I'm a god damned poet, I don't know a thing" i paid my tab, i got a cab i still hear him sing Market street's all quiet, middle street's all dark Kerouac still sleeping on the bench right in his park and sure I'm mostly broken and sure I'm mostly dead but I'm here in lowell and halfway whole two cold beers and a too warm bed i went back today, hopin' he would play and i could have a brew but Mel weren't there, life ain't fair what's a boy to do? that's when I heard heartache in the worthen Jen had come to sing about grandpa and her childhood how it meant everything Market street's all quiet, middle street's all dark Kerouac still sleeping on the bench right in his park and sure I'm mostly broken and sure I'm mostly dead but I'm here in lowell and halfway whole two cold beers and a too warm bed Hey there Jenny, sing it just for me Mel ain't here and i need it dear a song to lift me up I slapped away a barfly's day smashed a spidered glass i tried to laugh a little, but I'd had enough sure I'm mostly broken sure I'm mostly dead I'm here in lowell halfway whole two cold beer and a busted head 03/20/2009 ... more Stephan Anstey Dirges and other Tuneless Tunes Fri, 20 Mar 2009 20:34:10 GMT /section-705-dirges-and-other-tuneless-tunes#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11108 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11108 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11108 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11087-best-friends https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11087-best-friends It is not enough that we were we and young and rough but tender Or that we climbed stones and fell over fell down fell long wee hills. Enough is the filth of pine tar on our we hands on our wee shirts on and on with youth and thin roads Enough to grace with graceful footsteps grace-full prayers and bruises on our graceless bruises on our graceless knees Oh, the cold spring, on Coldspring road we were we and young and tough enough tender still and rare, ready to cook we fell and fell down and fell along wee hills It is not enough that we were we, we are old and broke and broken too and roughly lost, but tender. The we that climbed stones wiped young hands on our wee shirts on and on with years the thick roads grow and we grow too wee to love grace and graceful, gracefully. bruises on our bruises on our wee knees become the rarest rare of memories. Oh, Coldspring Road, you are not enough though I am wee. Youth and grace and loss on and on, i fall, i fall down and fall along calamity. ... more Stephan Anstey Dirges and other Tuneless Tunes Thu, 19 Mar 2009 05:33:32 GMT /section-705-dirges-and-other-tuneless-tunes#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11087 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11087 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11087 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11082-explaining-how-we-are-all-the-fillet-o-fish https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11082-explaining-how-we-are-all-the-fillet-o-fish the cold grey angst of morning hangs about him, the boat and her quiet music of rope and the massage of water against her waterline. He casts toward the thin reeds by the fog-blurred shore pauses, and deliberately starts to reel. i wait, and consider the bait. the veil of chill morning rests above me, the boat and her thundering music of foot and the message of water against her waterline. He reels toward the thing reeds of my fog-blurred logic pauses, and deliberately stars to cast i wait, and consider the bait. the lonely grey of morning hangs about him, the boat and her sobbing music of tether and the mess of water against hi cheeks. I bite hard the thin line under the fog-blurrred dream he sets, and deliberately starts to reel. i wait, and consider my fate. ... more Stephan Anstey Semi-Sweet & Chaulky Thu, 19 Mar 2009 05:31:51 GMT /section-665-semi-sweet-chaulky#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11082 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11082 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11082 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11091-song-for-sam-tom https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11091-song-for-sam-tom Dedication For you, Oh my Soul, My Heart, For you, Kind keepers of faith and truth, For you, My Beloved, My Lover, For you, For you, and For you. Accept these lines, these words, I pray Offer no praise, but please, please stay! As long as you hear these verse there is hope: Some girl should weep, some lovesick boy, shall sing, these songs will guide our hearts to leap! For you, I offer this very page in hope that joy might spring from our age Prologue Above the shores of northern lakes amidst green towers, and late spring snow the golden chains of sunlight forsake the freedom of the thither we might go. A lettered cat slides slight in brush like shadowed thoughts that lurk along a slow walk round and push for prey; a painful dirty silent work To right she stalks, and sees the shade; To left she creeps, and knows the tale. What Miracle! An meaty Angel's Wings High o'er red pine, a feast, a foe Too Large, Too Live, Too strong to sing the ritual ignorance of a beast unknown. A lettered man's callous empty eyes, build a hut without a door or window, For him the prey is not too big or wise thus he plans, and plots and preens although In the wooded valley where, above, an eagle waits, below, a turkey strolls, and either may be dire fate Wild tall Scholar, Holy Hunter or a gentile Mannered Mystic swat of dawn from gray blue mottled want of sky before the hunt for our symbols can go on. Oh Bitter Miracle! The endless squawk, the wishbones uncracked and ready as they feed by rough ice worn rock, the feast of Stephan, as he feints right, and yelps, and cries out, "See!" feints left, alas, for a moment's assymetry. All winds breathe of hope,fair change Once friends, and the new friends a twitter with symbols high and low both seeming strange seeds like words from oak fall and flitter to a groundless ground I can't recall to a soundless song, of one and all. ... more Stephan Anstey Bam. Pooritics & suck Thu, 19 Mar 2009 05:20:52 GMT /section-706-bam.-pooritics-suck#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11091 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11091 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11091 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11085-equus https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11085-equus Though, part of me knows the Godhead the long perfect sinew under the smooth hair pulling the ground beneath him like a mad pulsating dream of sweat and despair. Lurching towards epiphany after the bit is removed after freedom. A part of me knows the Godhead though, and longs for the perfect sinew and muscle pulsating beneath me, like a mad dream of sweat and me pulled to the ground of smooth hair and the epiphany of freedom after the bit is installed. Lurching. Part of the Godhead is me though the long perfect sinew of my smooth soul pulling heaven beneath me like a mad dream of lurching despair and sweat. We are pulsating a bit in the epiphany of the freedom of our hair and body removed. ... more Stephan Anstey Dirges and other Tuneless Tunes Sun, 15 Mar 2009 03:58:04 GMT /section-705-dirges-and-other-tuneless-tunes#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11085 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11085 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11085 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11076-motions-emotions-and-watching-the-wasting-of-time https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11076-motions-emotions-and-watching-the-wasting-of-time The small trains ride into small cities The small people wait on the small platforms goodbye, they say goodbye, they reply All aboard. When the large trains come from the large cities The large people wait on the large platforms hello, they say hello, they reply All aboard. When the trains large and small arrive When the people large and small arrive I watch them walk by I watch them be strangers In a strange city. Later, late at night, when it is very cold  When the large trains turn on their lights goodnight, i think goodnight the strangers sleep The small trains ride into large strange cities The large strange people wait on the small platforms The large trains ride into small strange cities The small strange people wait on the large platforms they say, hello they say, goodbye I watch them all all aboard. I don't reply. ... more Stephan Anstey Dirges and other Tuneless Tunes Tue, 10 Mar 2009 20:55:36 GMT /section-705-dirges-and-other-tuneless-tunes#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11076 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11076 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11076 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11075-sound-track-for-a-romantic-sap https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11075-sound-track-for-a-romantic-sap life is short and so are we,  the night is long but can't you see,  everything will be okay  if you can just turn to me and say...  Love....Love and silly things  and love... and Love and all the joy it brings  and Love.... that's all i want to say to you.... Life is long and so so hard the day's are short for this lonely bard but everything will be okay if we can look at we and say... Love....Love and silly things  and love... and Love and all the joy it brings  and Love.... that's all i want to say to you.... Life is weird and so that's that the moon so skinny, the sun's so fat but everything's okay look at me my darling when I say... Love....Love and silly things  and love... and Love and all the joy it brings  and Love.... that's all i want to say to you.... i want to say I love you baby do you love me too  Love....Love and silly things  and love... and Love and all the joy it brings  and Love.... that's all i want to say to you.... i love you baby, and this love is true ... more Stephan Anstey Dirges and other Tuneless Tunes Tue, 10 Mar 2009 19:58:16 GMT /section-705-dirges-and-other-tuneless-tunes#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11075 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11075 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11075 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11072-the-silly-poem-for-leo-about-rape-abuse-and-death. https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11072-the-silly-poem-for-leo-about-rape-abuse-and-death. Leo told me to write a silly little poem about rape, abuse, and (of course) death something light and airy, that recounts the cracking of soul and bone celebrates the lost and the meek,  tastefully.  I smiled, because Leo is exactly the kind of kind man that one would never expect to write an angry poem about the darkness. Sure, I told him. Then my brain exploded neatly in the sink. The rattling of shards of skull was delicate, blood swirling like a carousel around the aluminum drain, and Leo sighed. The celebration over tastefully. I smiled, because I am almost that kind of kind corpse that anyone would ever expect to rot happily like a poem about the darkness. Leo told me how he is duality encumbered  with flesh. raped by the demons of a hard life abused and disabused by every fetid notion until a joyful death can save him from all of this like a latex dildo saves a virgin  tastefully. I smiled, because I love the kind of marmalade appeal of the kind of macabre joke so unexpected tender sweet and bitterly delivered. Sure, he told me, then he let my body collapse neatly on the floor. The potoatoey thud of flesh was benediction. Leo's demons flew away away into the murk of my dead pan release. Around us the mindless funk of nearly-dead gathered tastefully. I smiled, because I love the kind of story  of the kind of girl who picks exactly the home for the apparently slowly dying parent. Leo told me my poem wasn't silly enough  or about rape enough or about abuse enough or death. But he liked the way my soul cracked like knuckles and my bones where hidden in the eyeless potatoes of my flesh. And i wrote in the dildo tastefully. I smiled, because rigor mortis is the kind of kindness so intrinsic to my brand of corpse apparently tender and sweet, but really an angry poem. ... more Stephan Anstey Dirges and other Tuneless Tunes Tue, 10 Mar 2009 19:37:38 GMT /section-705-dirges-and-other-tuneless-tunes#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11072 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11072 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11072 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11071-un-speaking-passion-in-a-world-of-sheets https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11071-un-speaking-passion-in-a-world-of-sheets Whisper again, over and over, that you love me.  Though I can't hear, as you repeat, the rhythm becomes my heartbeat.  I know you, here, in the darkness where fingers touch, touch, run, fly, and sip soft flesh. I whisper, again, over and over, that i love you. Speak once, and hold the best of your kiss for later, when the urgency is raging purple and ready to explode - hot and honest, because no lies can live here. I know you, here, in the darkness where flesh burns, burns, shivers, cries and aches against fingers. I scream, once, into you. God, I love you. Now, it is the truth, silence alone speaks our names. ... more Stephan Anstey Semi-Sweet & Chaulky Tue, 10 Mar 2009 19:34:49 GMT /section-665-semi-sweet-chaulky#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11071 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11071 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11071 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11070-advice-to-a-skinny-dipper https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11070-advice-to-a-skinny-dipper We all have our demons, and we all have our hopes,  we all hang alone, our necks wrapped in ropes. We all find the ways  deep into graves and nothing behaves  clean so there's soap.  We all know the jots and we all see the tittles  and we all dream something wrong just a bit'll We all have our demons, and all have our death we all stand together as we suck our last breath We all lose our ways high into heaven and nothing behaves dear, please not yet We all know the notes and wall see the words and we all sleep alone just so we are heard We all have our demons, and we all have our hands We all pray together, but we don't understand We all find the ways besides our cold graves and nothing behaves clean like we planned. We all know the colors and we all hear the songs and we all dream of nothing, because we're all wrong. ... more Stephan Anstey Dirges and other Tuneless Tunes Tue, 10 Mar 2009 19:25:11 GMT /section-705-dirges-and-other-tuneless-tunes#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11070 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11070 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11070 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11064-sins-of-spring https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11064-sins-of-spring and winter was our mother dying as we came to every realization that nothing is the same and snowflakes were our daddy flying away from every sunrise breaking on every broken day and icy ponds were our brothers desperate to breathe just one gulp of air that's all that they need and winter was our mother gone but not forgot everything is melting is it not? and daddy's gone again like blizzard winds over brittle bones and secret sins and the boys are silent like the aftermath of snow every night 'til eternity that's all they know and winter was our mother dying as we came upon the green grass and knew she was insane yeah, winter was our mother dying as we came as we came ... more Stephan Anstey Naturally Tue, 10 Mar 2009 19:22:38 GMT /section-707-naturally#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11064 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11064 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11064 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11068-kitsch https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11068-kitsch and so i was thinking about a woman in a skimpy outfit riding on a polar bear which sounds sort of odd, and freakish and possibly psychotic. maybe sexual in exactly the wrong way to share with strangers or family, and that's when i thought of you. not in skimpy clothes for Christ's sake, or riding a damned sweaty polar bear in the Yukon, but laughing and remembering back to that time when we met, and how stupid it was maybe it was J. Geils stinking away with at heavy beat, or I don't know Led Zep - Barry Mannilow... and so I was thinking about that woman in that skimpy outfit riding that stupid bear and I laughed. I just laughed. ... more Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Tue, 10 Mar 2009 19:21:13 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11068 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11068 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11068