JoeyGirl and I have sparred once again. She has survive the Sestina, but she has denounced that form of poetry as the… let’s see. How did she put it? … the poem of Satan.
It is a very nice little poem. You can see it at http://www.myspace.com/fuzzyjoey. However, I’m beginning to see a theme to our little word war. I can understand the use of a large amount of fencing terms (which…by the way…I didn’t know until I got out a thesaurus and did some google searching on fencing), but in the last two entries, some strange little creatures have appeared. Mice. Or as I said earlier on the phone today, mouses.
How did mouses begin to play such a predominant role in this repartee? Yes, they have a predominant role in Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, but Van Gogh?! I didn’t know he had a pet mouse, but now, I can’t imagine him without it. But these mice…do they have a particular love of gore or what? I think Joey-girl and I should stop talking about gore, but that won’t happen quite yet. Here is my next challenge.
“Your challenge is to write a series of limericks about Agrippa. However, I’ll let you choose your Agrippa. I recommend the Roman general. And yes. They must be funny.”
So, I’m sorry, but the gore must continue. Worms and entrails will be involved. Perhaps I can add in some cabbages and mouses, but no promises. So stay tuned. I’m currently writing a paper, but come Friday or Saturday, I will give my response.
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