step ladder of unsurety

[qualieydsnowfish]

reaching beyond my past
defined by white experience
Simon sails a schooner
scratching in gravel basketti
leak in purety off-shores
sliced to fruit blossembly
lace in doyley castratus
salamied to infinitess

[Violet]

reaching beyond my past
defined by white experience
Simon sails a schooner
scratching in gravel basketti
leak in purety off-shores
sliced to fruit blossembly
lace in doyley castratus
salamied to infinitess

.. alright, maybe I was wrong.. maybe English is actually your third language.. or fourth, maybe..

I shall think about this a bit more.. it's rather dense, I think.

v.

[Violet]

reaching beyond my past
defined by white experience
Simon sails a schooner
scratching in gravel basketti
leak in purety off-shores
sliced to fruit blossembly
lace in doyley castratus
salamied to infinitess

.. after sitting on this for a while, I've decided to now look at this poem. [abrupt drum punctuation]

.. hmm.. "reaching beyond my past"..

.. you know, quaileye, this.. [sigh].. okay.. I'm going to have to be a bit more harsh with you, since, for the present at least, you're the most prolific poem poster we have, and so I have no one else to interrogate. By the way, when "reaching beyond your past," did you notice something called "deductive reasoning" along the way???.. it's a few doors short of your john's trousers. Oh, and don't go throwing that "white experience" politically correct nonsense in my face. Personally, I'd say the whitest experience you'll ever have is when your pimp forgets to tell you that along with the line or two he left for you in the men's room, he's also got a fairly nasty shoofly hanging around in there, thinking you're his score.

.. Now, alliterative though it may be.. don't suddenly switch to "Simon".. unless you say Simon Says. (then you can) Okay, Simon Says: basketti. Mob term for: the linguini is overcooked. Which is actually a mob term for: 12 yrs in the slammer at exactly 2:00, if you don't step lively and cock your glock. I'm surprised you're in this deep, actually.. (I never would have suspected).

.. oh, and you better keep all the pure stuff off shore, now that you mention it. You know, it's one thing to carry on about your grandma's doilies 'n things, especially when the cloying closeness of her powder and perfume you poetically liken to castration.. but it's quite another to divulge "business" arrangements. Again, this is a prestigious literary forum, and so I'm doubtful you'll get away with this sort of thing without the moderators at least moving in for their cut.

.. I suppose by "fruit blossembly," you want us to know of your contacts inside British Parliament.. and while that may impress some [again, I've just gone blank] [oh, maybe it was on another thread that I blanked]

.. actually, speaking of the mob.. [another abrupt drum punctuation].. I've had that salami before myself, and it will send you to infinitess, if you're not careful. I mean, at least have it with some crusty bread or something.. and maybe a nice, chilled Chardonnay..


v.

[Violet]

TROUNCING MY OWN STEP-LADDER OF UNSURETY

.. okay.. the New Year is almost here, and this is my Self Evaluation, of sorts.. I mean in this context as a, uh, literary critic.

Now, last night, having failed to find something meaningful to do with my time, I came back here and did a survey, if you will, of my recent spout of literary criticism, which inspired by this RenFish conglomeration all throughout this holiday season (for some reason). Unfortunately, I felt my earlier efforts along these lines to be a bit long-winded at times.. and I did leave some notes to that effect, having removed some of those earlier critiques. However, the good news is that I think I was just warming up with all of that, and so I really feel that I've somehow found my stride, as it were. Now, here, with this last intriguing poem of quaileye's, it seems I really let loose, finally, and we are bearing witness to what I sense is the very best that literary criticism could possibly offer. I'd add to this the promising litcrit work I did on:

.. the Ren1 thread, reversing the inchworm, and quaileye's recent, the red-faced blake..

.. quaileye's adding her picture at some point really did help kick in gear this promising shift of mine.. Actually, it makes me think I should have my own picture here, which would pretty much look the same, except I'd be wearing horn-rimmed glasses -- oh, and some clothes.. (now that I think about it)..

[another one of those helpful drum punctuations, I think]

Finally, I would say that there no doubt comes a time in every literary critic's career when she suddenly feels: is this it?.. I mean, could I ever possibly go any further than where I am right at this very instant.. I mean, given my stellar university training.. (I'll let you all guess just which ivy league institution created the likes of me).. oh, and given all of my life experience.. (some of it rather questionable, I have to say).. all of which has come together so that I might come out with a line like:

.. "Poetry is not a lunch break between johns."

I mean, how on earth am I ever going to top that?.. (see quaileye's red-faced blake, by the way, if you'd like to take a gander at just where this line originates)

Well, we'll see. Luckily, I'm not the only player here. Luckily, I have the work of some very promising poets at this forum to keep me going.. and striving.. to be [to use the sappy sloganism of this fine nation's invincible army, in fact]: all that I can be.

Just thought I'd share.

Ms. Violet P. Peabody, Ph.D. [hopeful]