Pusillanimous? From a guy who's afraid to have his page indexed? Frankly, Big Bird, the wounded child routine is getting stale. So you're an instigator; looks like you got what you asked for, just not what you expected. Life is like that. Wiping word puts you in the same boat with dear departed Pamela, except she really was a mixed up kid, and the last time I checked, you're adult-with-young. But she's gone, and you're still lurking about. Reminds me of the kid who "runs away from home" in the morning, then slinks back in for dinner. Not to worry, I guarantee ya: YOU ARE LOVED. But note the passive voice, and do something to activate it.
Pusillanimous, yes they were & absolutely. Afraid to be indexed,me, hardly; just mindfully respectful of the L(R) J Board of Literary Management & equally bored with a page of my own. Wounded child my hiney... this is the very essence of the absence of levity I found so odious in the first place...o the impotence of being earnest. The noms des plumes are just that. I mean, there's a reason there's no room for comments on The Arboretum, eh? Love, well this was never in doubt & endless as wine. Your brisltly & brotherly defensive posture toward our beloved leader is altogether touching nonetheless. Always lurking, never slinking & not the least bit anonymous, consider me
The onus is upon us poets, as you know ; the squeeze is on. In the same way Salinger's Teddy tells us exactly where he is sick & tired of poems telling the sky what to do with our flash in the pan.
As if a little sadness & portentous ambiguity is all the fragile vessel of the lyric doth instill. Onerous
the boner of embarrassing forthrighteousness, I think not. Better to remain the annoying, unworried & squawking infantile messenger at midnight forever croaking: " Nevermore." Overheard,
underfoot, ignored, the noisome unnewsworthy nuisance, the truth; Brothers & sisters, blink your response ! Once for whatever, twice for why not ?
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- alex 6-12-2003 5:24 pm
Pusillanimous, yes they were & absolutely. Afraid to be indexed,me, hardly; just mindfully respectful of the L(R) J Board of Literary Management & equally bored with a page of my own. Wounded child my hiney... this is the very essence of the absence of levity I found so odious in the first place...o the impotence of being earnest. The noms des plumes are just that. I mean, there's a reason there's no room for comments on The Arboretum, eh? Love, well this was never in doubt & endless as wine. Your brisltly & brotherly defensive posture toward our beloved leader is altogether touching nonetheless. Always lurking, never slinking & not the least bit anonymous, consider me
- Sparse Bunting (guest) 6-12-2003 6:15 pm [1 comment]
The onus is upon us poets, as you know ; the squeeze is on. In the same way Salinger's Teddy tells us exactly where he is sick & tired of poems telling the sky what to do with our flash in the pan.
As if a little sadness & portentous ambiguity is all the fragile vessel of the lyric doth instill. Onerous
the boner of embarrassing forthrighteousness, I think not. Better to remain the annoying, unworried & squawking infantile messenger at midnight forever croaking: " Nevermore." Overheard,
underfoot, ignored, the noisome unnewsworthy nuisance, the truth; Brothers & sisters, blink your response ! Once for whatever, twice for why not ?
- Lowliest (guest) 6-23-2003 8:17 pm [1 comment]