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  • Michael Shepherd (5/15/2005 2:37:00 PM) Post reply

    ...and my cynical self defines it as 'the sentimental homesickness of those who can't wait to get away from it'. As in Friday Kilt Night in Scots Canadian hotels...not unknown in Kilburn and Merseyside pubs either.

  • Michael Shepherd (5/15/2005 2:26:00 PM) Post reply

    When I was young, let's say the 1930s, there were simple songs as of cowboys addressing their faithful horse, the 'lonesome prairee', under the light of the silvery moon, over Idaho, Nebrasky, you name it, the odd covered wagon ('Roll along, covered wagon, roll along, take me back to the place where I was born...'etc. And I guess they'd sing them too. Certainly in films as they sat by the fire's glow...Early Rawhide, early Nashville?

    er, that reminds me, what were we talking about before I was asked to queue for the gas oven?

  • mother baxter (5/15/2005 6:28:00 AM) Post reply

    have you been looking in your mirror again sonja your irish mirror, you know the mirror that makes you like yourself, you twisted creature

  • ***** ***** (5/15/2005 6:20:00 AM) Post reply

    In Irish slang the word ´cannister´ is used to describe an idiot.

  • mother baxter (5/15/2005 6:16:00 AM) Post reply

    recipe for potatoes, put spuds in water cook till soft cool before eating
    can cook in jerry can if havn't got saucpan, have spuds will travel

  • Allan James Saywell (5/14/2005 9:33:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    jerry big mistake in insinuating that i'm a liar, are you calling me one

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  • Michael Shepherd (5/14/2005 11:05:00 AM) Post reply

    JC - just reread my posting on 'How do Poets Thrive? ' The examples at the end were adduced in relation to the environment in which they thrive, not in relation to form and content...

  • Michael Shepherd (5/14/2005 10:50:00 AM) Post reply

    ...and as a follow-up to yours, JC - form and content are so subtly related -when they're not disastrously divorced!
    Following a strict form for four years, the sonnet (remember it from fifty years ago hur hur?) , it produced unexpected content which may never have otherwise emerged; correspondingly, sometimes content demanded to stretch or break the form, i.e. say what needed to be said without restriction of rhyme, in the first quatrain, as blank verse...
    Ideally, content, in a poet who's learned from his own verse or that of others, will eventually dictate form? I don't know the history of outafashion e.e.cummings (how I used to hate that signature!) , but he must be an outstanding test case of this. I just began to read him last week or so, and to my surprise, felt freed by his example. I saw punctuation afresh...and I'd love to follow his refreshing of word-order in a sentence when it's valid to present the words in that order - but alas, I doubt if editors would be too keen. I hope I'm wrong. I did change the word order of the last stanza of one poem though, and was mightily pleased.

  • Michael Shepherd (5/14/2005 8:47:00 AM) Post reply

    Herby baby, how do you equate the first line of your message with the last line? And what the hell has your 'message' got to do with the business of this poetry site anyway? How about joining AJS and giving peace a chance?

  • Poetry Hound (5/14/2005 8:34:00 AM) Post reply

    I am always amused by the irony of unsubstanitated assertions being constantly put forward by someone in a profession like medicine which demands peer review and rigorous sustantiation of scientific findings. It comes as no surprise therefore, that such a person, unable to offer proof of any of his claims, let alone his supposed poetic prowess, is snubbed by others in his profession.

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