Elbow

I think Barney would smoke Elmo too.

I love Mr. Elbow.

But Barney.

Elmo be

You know, wrist, can you tell me what's happening? Well, you're holding onto this.

You know? Elbow, what's happening? Well, you're not being flexible enough in this particular situation, and then you just change that.

So if we knew how to breathe properly, read, read, you know, read the body, it'd be a whole different planet.

But the thing is, healthy people don't make money.

This may be one reason why many geographical oddities and unusual locales, including the Tramping Ground, soon became associated with the Dark Lord.

As North Carolina Ghosts points out, North Carolina has a Devil's Rock, a Devil's Courthouse, seven Devils, Kill Devil Hills, Devil's Branch, Devil's Chimney, Devil's Nest, four Devil's Elbows, two Devil's Forks, a Devil's Knob, and even the Devil's Tater Patch.

The Devil's Tramping Ground is said to be as old as Chatham County itself, which was founded in 1771.

The legend of the Devil himself pacing Chatham County's forests was allegedly brought over by the Scotch-Irish settlers in the 18th century, when fear of the Devil was extremely widespread.

Got a problem with Dalton Rushing.

Elbow has flared.

They're doing an MRI.

He's got a partial tear of the ligament.

It Seemed at first As if we Had only escaped From one Form of bondage To fall into Another.

But the fact That the Men were Unable to Speak any Language We understood Prevented it From being Irksome And one Was soon able To become Nearly Oblivious Of the Clanking Sword At one's Elbow.

Kalfopolos However Was not So easily Ignored.

He had A sort of Feeling that We were Always Running Away from Him And tried To check This pernicious Tendency On our part By engaging Us in Constant Conversation In his Broken French.

We dress everything up: our bodies, our minds, our food.

I look down this long table d'hôte and what do I see? I see a crowd of people dressed up exchanging dressed-up commonplaces eating dressed-up food.

I feel that nothing is real; but this unreality is so real that I ask Have then the unrealities—the nonessentials of existence become the realities?—and have we emerging from a world where only the essentials of existence concerned us given them an undue importance Coming out of a state of primitive civilization Are we unable to appreciate the true meaning of our surroundings These people wear the burdens of fashion so lightly They talk these complicated nothings so simply They toil so contentedly discontented through these endless disguised dishes What is it behind it all that our minds cannot grasp I look again I talk to them and they answer me I eat another dressed-up dish Here I feel a weary heart There I touch a bored mind Now one gets a flash of intellect Now a gleam of soul All alike So carefully wrapped up And yet With a longing To be Out Why this unnatural dread Of truth and simplicity I am getting positively affected by it I sit here amongst these smart people in my traveling clothes and I confess to a new strange sense of discomfort in consequence I feel ashamed of my old clothes Opposite to me Is A lady With a Kindly face And a Comfortable Look About Her Her mauve Dress Gives a Pleasing Sense of Color But As she Moves Two Beaded Flaps Keep Jumping About Which Detracts From the Sense of Repose Suggested By Her Comfortable Look When She Leans Back An Array of Stitched Beads Catches On the Carved Projections of the Chair And She Has to Be Disengaged By the Waiter Her Sleeves Drooping Gracefully From the Elbow Require Elaborate Gymnastics To Prevent Them Dipping Into Her Plate As She Eats And Twice They Caught in the Pepper Pot And Overturned Its Contents On the Floor But She Bore It All With a Pleasant Apologetic Smile Which Called Out My Admiration For Such a Display of Schooled Temper Under These Trying Circumstances Then With an Unconscious Transition of Thought I Found Myself Comparing Her to the Arab Woman Who Brought the Bowl of Youart Off Which We Soupped Last Night I Recalled How I Envied Her the Dignified Carriage of Her Free Unfettered Form the Natural Grace of Her Untrammeled Manners i recalled the simple graceful folds of her clinging single garment so much a part of herself that she was quite unconscious of it and i compare this lady trying to adapt herself to the elaborate creation in which she is enthralled long custom prevents her from realising how her form and movements are rendered artificial and ungraceful as the chinese lady unconscious of her deformity in feet would resent or wonder at our pity for her enslaved by the idea of a barbarous custom so would my neighbour resent or wonder should i feel pity for her at this moment equally a slave to a western idea i glanced at my battered old coat and was perverted with a sense of remorse at having been ashamed of it here in the middle of this bewildering appearance of unreality it was telling me of so many solid facts how often had it not covered the aching pangs of hunger and the satisfied sense of that hunger appeased it had felt the thumping of my heart stirred by danger or hastened by exhilarating motion it had known the long drawn breaths of quiet enjoyment at a peaceful scene That tear Was made on the rocks That day we climbed Up to the Written stone At the top of the Bulgara mountains And I mended it One long quiet evening By the Euphrates I lost This button The night we scrambled Up to the castle At Palmyra My little friend Mehdi Pulled me up a rock By it And it broke That burnt mark was made by Mahmet, who dropped the live charcoal with which I was lighting my cigarette in the Sheikh's hut at Harran.

All this and more is what my coat says to me.

I got a new idea for a quiz.

You've got to tell the music of Philip Glass and the music of Elbow.

But what are we going to call

it? I don't know, but it would be really good.