It's that time again

It's the time of year when I think of this rather long sentence:

Whan that Aprille with his shoures sote
The Droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe course y-ronne,
And smale fowles maken melodye,
That slepen al the night with open ye, -
So priketh hem nature in hir corage:
Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages -
And palmers for to seken straunge stronde -
To ferne halwes, couthe in sondry londes;
And specially, from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,
The holy blisful martir for to seke,
That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seke.

I'm sorry if this doesn't match the General Prologue you have at home. I found it at this Long Island University site, which also includes a groovy .jpg of the manuscript page.

Anyway, yes I am ready for spring. Funny, since winter only appeared about a month ago, after a wicked long fall.

Here's the playlist for last week's "Beef Jerky Time":

• What's Happenin' theme
  
• Bayside Drive: Manual with Syntaks
  
• Alone on the Homestead: The Mammals
  
• She's Lost Control: Joy Division
  
• If You Leave: Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark
  
• Empty Shell: Cat Power
  
• Fiesta: The Pogues
  
• Axcerpt: Mekons
  
• sn: hessen
  
• (Not Just) Knee Deep (Part 1): Funkadelic
  
• I Want to Be A Cowboy: Boys Don't Cry
  
• Trem Two: Mission of Burma
  
• The Preacher: Horace Silver