sweet flowered dawn

[quaileyedsnowfish]

THE ILLNESS OF A CHAUVONIST
H’s a chuckle of the overdrive


The piano plaids his facit clothing
wishing his bad dreams good luck

Knocking on the basseted drunken fist
The eraser of the sachet broke
The bin of the bladdery

I hop on my solicit ease
The separator of the vowel
Is the liver of the konini stranded jack

The squint of dry tandems
Boogies at the moonlights high lights
In the attic of dreams
I’m worsen, for a fronds of liking hoods

The frost of the omen dales
In the fruited silence of a stampeded rock

[Violet]

THE ILLNESS OF A CHAUVONIST
H’s a chuckle of the overdrive


The piano plaids his facit clothing
wishing his bad dreams good luck

Knocking on the basseted drunken fist
The eraser of the sachet broke
The bin of the bladdery

I hop on my solicit ease
The separator of the vowel
Is the liver of the konini stranded jack

The squint of dry tandems
Boogies at the moonlights high lights
In the attic of dreams
I’m worsen, for a fronds of liking hoods

The frost of the omen dales
In the fruited silence of a stampeded rock

.. you know, I've been thinking lately: just what is missing from my life??.. what vaguely head-achie, almost nauseous feeling that only comes of--OH, THAT'S RIGHT: trying to decipher a fishie-thingy pome.

Where have you been, by the way, fish?..

[your john's got your tongue, I see]

.. well, hopefully before "the frost of the omen dales," I'll be back with some incisive lit crit finish. If not, it means I thought it more prudent to try to get some more work done today..

[it's nice to see you back, by the way, fishie] [oh, and not on your back, for a change] [I'm sure your john is enjoying the switch too]

[Violet]

.. okay, I thought, just to get my brain cells violated for a spell, I'd give this a stab.

.. so, starting with

THE ILLNESS OF A CHAUVONIST
H’s a chuckle of the overdrive

.. well, foregoing the kind of "spelling chauvonism," with which you are no doubt taking issue here, just who is "H"??.. Henry Higgins??.. [you brits are so predictable].. and well, yes, I guess you could call H.H. a chauvinist. Of course, "overdrive"' brings us back to Freud, and that ends that argument.

[I'm again invoking the: "if you don't have to make sense, then neither do I" clause, as I do believe it saves time]

.. of course, that H. would find his affliction a laughing matter

.. moving on..

[danglers also come in handy, even if I sort of stole that device from another poster who's long gone from these premises it seems like--although, if you think about it, his absence makes his history here something of a dangler, in fact]

.. okay, back to "pometry"..

The piano plaids his facit clothing
wishing his bad dreams good luck

.. what if that were:

The piano pleads his flaccid clothing
wishing his bad dreams good luck

I then suggest that the word 'flaccid,' being in such close proximity to the words 'piano' and 'pleads'.. [the 'p's, at least].. starts to at least border on castration: meaning his bad dreams are gonna' need it. [luck that is] Oh, and yes, this brings us back to Freud, and all the rest of it.

[note to aspiring literary critics: find other work]

Knocking on the basseted drunken fist
The eraser of the sachet broke
The bin of the bladdery

.. actually, this happened to me once: my bladder broke, and yes, drinking was involved. 'Knock' and 'basset' again have strictly sexual connotations, and I believe we've had enough of that [for now]. [or so I've been warned]

I hop on my solicit ease
The separator of the vowel
Is the liver of the konini stranded jack

.. first off [to reneg on that last comment], it's doubtful that hopping on your solicitor is going to change things for you, fish, but I can understand [given your profession, that is] that you'd at least give it a try. That you should want to disclose such things here of course speaks volumes [as per the sort of pulp that discourages reading skills, though might bring us along in other areas] [if it comes to that, I mean] [and no, I did not intend that as a pun] [for a change]

The separator of the vowel

.. now here, the aggressiveness with which you dissect syntax should be noted [although I have no idea why].

Is the liver of the konini stranded jack

.. and, yes, we all know what kundalini is, and while to some this might indicate you're expanding your horizons, I think a truer interpretation is that you figured you'd dress up your deficiencies with an exotic sort of flair [you were thinking], little realizing how transparent such a gesture would read in your case. [my god, did you ever hear of the upper chakras, by any chance??] [hare hare, indeed]

.. oh, and that your jack is stranded is your business. Although, between your solitor, and your new tantric yoga practices, your initial "overdrive" now seems thematic. [which actually has you up two points on your final grade] [I've just decided]

.. okay, let's see if I can redeem something here..

The squint of dry tandems
Boogies at the moonlights high lights
In the attic of dreams
I’m worsen, for a fronds of liking hoods

.. actually, that first line is so disgusting I'm not sure I should even devote one iota of attention to it.. but, yes, I've had that happen too, where you're out of dry tandems, and.. well.. I won't go into the "squint" part of it. [as a rule, fish: personal hygiene issues seldom fly in "High Litrachure"] [if you know what I mean by that]

now, as for

Boogies at the moonlights high lights
In the attic of dreams

shouldn't that be

Boogies at the moonlight's high beams?.. only then you might change "attic" to "two-car garage" of dreams. [seems like]

.. okay..

I’m worsen, for a fronds of liking hoods

this actually feels very much like the sort of stuff you've written before, and if I were ambitious, I'd probably go digging through your "oeuvre," as it were, and make a case for your "auteurship." This, in turn, would herald me as the new chick lit critic of the week, and we'd be pouring champagne over your john's used bedsheets, and tellin' him to go take a powder.

[note to self: why not be ambitious, and, well, give a rat's ass?] [I mean: FOR ONCE IN YOUR PATHETIC LOSER'S LIFE?????] [this might take a list, I think] [1. if this is my material, I suggest I lack motivation; 2. it probably goes back to Freud (meaning: too elaborate and/or disgusting to go into); 3. I already gave a rat's ass at the office]

.. winding up here.. [hopefully]

The frost of the omen dales
In the fruited silence of a stampeded rock

Yes, trauma comes in many forms. That I should no longer be able to tell a wilted verb from a verbose cabbage leaf suggests we are at the end of this particular lit crit session.

ALL ADDITIONAL QUERIES AND/OR COMPLAINTS ADDRESSED TO:

.. actually, never mind.
(or, no, you can just write Leonard personally)


later note: the fact that I am attempting to learn french and misspelled 'champagne' should probably give me some serious pause, I think. oh, and you can add to that how I spelled 'oeuvre,' too. [forgetting that little 'u' in there] [anyhow, just thought I'd check see how I was doing on the french front] [sucky] [sucket, I mean]