There’s been a lot of water under the bridge since Dorothy Parker wrote that poem. And there’s been a lot even since I posted it on this blog the first time. But that just goes to prove Parker captured a universal truth. And was never recognized, acknowledged or acclaimed. Never canonized as a saint of the literati.
All this feral swine talk reminded me of one of the most succinct, philosophical, psychological, sociological, sexy and romantic poems I’ve ever read. Dorothy Parker authored it sometime back in the ’50s, I think:
Hogamus higamus men are polygamous.
Higamus hogamus, women monogamous.
Inspiring, thought-provoking and titillating. It doesn’t get much better than that.