Four years ago, my wonderwife, in a throwaway comedy remark, suggested that “cheeks” referred to those of the arsular, rather than facial, variety, which I’m pretty sure isn’t what Paul Simon meant, but the interpretation conjures up a peculiar and entertaining mental image which is arguably worth the obliteration of the song’s sentiment.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Emily’s Flushing Gluteus Maximus
I’m quite a fan of Simon and Garfunkel as it ‘appens, and am particularly fond of the beautiful “For Emily, Wherever I May Find Her”, which contains the ever-so-slightly-pretentious line “…and when ran to me, your cheeks flushed with the night, we danced on frosted fields of juniper and lamplight…” Hmm.
Four years ago, my wonderwife, in a throwaway comedy remark, suggested that “cheeks” referred to those of the arsular, rather than facial, variety, which I’m pretty sure isn’t what Paul Simon meant, but the interpretation conjures up a peculiar and entertaining mental image which is arguably worth the obliteration of the song’s sentiment.
Four years ago, my wonderwife, in a throwaway comedy remark, suggested that “cheeks” referred to those of the arsular, rather than facial, variety, which I’m pretty sure isn’t what Paul Simon meant, but the interpretation conjures up a peculiar and entertaining mental image which is arguably worth the obliteration of the song’s sentiment.
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