29 May 2003Meanwhile, I try to act so chalantThe old D:\TEXT directory is, well, old; if you sort its contents by date, ascending, the first item you encounter is dated 2 January 1985. This means, among other things, that I had this file on a Commodore 64 diskette originally, and when I retired my trusty C-128 in 1991 in favor of some ridiculous XT box with Hercules graphics, I ran it through something called Big Blue Reader, which enabled the C-128's floppy drive to read and write IBM-formatted (360k) floppies, then transferred it to the XT, and it's been handed down through generations of backups to the ridiculous Duron box I run today. The following isn't that file. However, I have been schlepping it around since October 1991. It's a poem, credited (it says here) to one Leonard Rosenthal, and it's called "A Song of Crepancies".
Give me a lady, one that's couth,
Who putes the things I say; Who's gainly in the eyes of man, Who's imical to the things I plan, Who parages me whenever she can, Who's gruntled all the day. Give me a girl whose hair is kempt, Whose talk is always ane; Who's ept at ridding home of dirt, Who's iquitous and not a flirt, Who's dignant, and whose mind is ert, And I'll look on her with dain. Posted at 9:11 PM to General Disinterest TrackBack: 6:05 AM, 30 May 2003 » Words Fail Me from blogoSFERICS Fortunately they didn't fail the author of a poem featured in this post at dustbury.com. Don't ask. Just click.......[read more] TrackBack: 11:13 PM, 30 May 2003 » Poetry Night With The Hill from Electric Venom First Chaz goes to Ravenwood's and complains about the lack of my attentions, and now he's serenading me with poetry. I love Fridays!......[read more] I do like the rhyme and the rhythm but I cannot comment on the content until I locate my big dictionary. Posted by: Tiger at 9:50 PM on 29 May 2003Think positive. :) Posted by: CGHill at 2:32 PM on 30 May 2003This puts me in mind of the female counterpart to that poem, written by one of my faves, Dorothy Parker. Interview Why am I not surprised at this revelation? Observation: If I'm in bed each night by ten, If I abstain from fun and such, But I will stay the way I am; It must be poetry night, which I prefer o so much to last night's "Crucify Kate" ordeal. Neither Bloody Nor Bowed Modern Declaration I, having loved ever since I was a child a few things, never having Edna St. Vincent Millay |