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Re: In search of Handleman
Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 11:11 am
by Violet
.. plop??
who can say?
.. I'll have to return to this.. I'm going to do bad things on another thread. Seems my first priority for now, since sleep as somehow eluded me.
Re: In search of Handleman
Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 9:14 pm
by Violet
quaileyedsnowplop wrote:here am I
stuck outside the door
unable to enter
Puff Puf Puff
in violent recipes
add the calmness of cheese
stir with applez
and the door opens
leaving morality
proven
hoven
oven-baked
like a dying allegory
or crocodile
the snappiness of a life unbeaten
unwhisked
unbattered
fresh aroma of stench
fresh reign drench
bow to the King
on the front of his dress
a solitary Monarch
all a'throne at knight
when bulbs dim
in the dark flower-bed
who can say?
I'm out of My Liege.
.. you know.. I think I can only take this poem a few lines at a time.. [since my head feels something like a tin-can at the moment] [for some reason]
.. anyway:
the snappiness of a life unbeaten
unwhisked
unbattered
Now, this seems a sentiment I can put some raw eggs under. ['course, then they'd just be ignored]
Hmm.. snappy. An underused word, I think. Although.. "make it snappy".. is common enough.. though it loses that "snappiness" in exchange for speediness, which isn't nearly as.. well.. "snappy."
.. actually:
in violent recipes
add the calmness of cheese
stir with applez
and the door opens
leaving morality
proven
hoven
oven-baked
like a dying allegory
or crocodile
the snappiness of a life unbeaten
I really like your adding the calmness of cheese to violent recipes. [you must cook] Now, I'm uncertain why adding "applez".. [a word with quite a colorful history in these poems, it seems].. should allow the stuck door [mentioned at the poem's outset] to open. [I guess it's to say that the mystery of "applez," plop, should not be underestimated] [speaking of underestimating: I'm not sure that "plop" is an improvement over "sausage".. connotation wise, I'd say you've come down in the world.. and, well.. let's face it, fish.. you weren't exactly Park Avenue to begin with] [hate to be the bearer of such news.. but.. true friends are likely those who are at least somewhat honest with you.. I mean.. somewhat]
[on second thought, "who can say?".. perhaps you DO have some Park Avenue johns, after all] [just realized]
.. okay.. let me try something here..
.. leaving morality proven.. hoven.. oven-baked.. like a dying allegory.. or crocodile.
I think I'm beginning to see how your mind works [and that's beginning to scare me]. Okay, I have no idea how morality has just been proven.. [I guess that's part of that Unknowable Applez business].. but you've gone on this sound trip from proven.. to hoven.. then oven.. Now, oven-baked.. is where you try and trip up amateurs who think they're better writers than you are. Yes, it is only I, it seems, who understands that, in adding "baked," you're just asking for a good throttling. [only I know these things].. Now.. "like a dying allegory" is very good, fish. It's frightening sometimes the seeming literary acumen you are able to in some manner impersonate.. but then [much like adding "baked"] you seek to be punished for daring to raise yourself above the rabble by inserting "crocodile."
[actually, given this realization, fish.. I am now crying crocodile tears, as it happens.. and beating them into my egg whites] [to add insult to injury, as it were] [I mean, given this violent recipe that is..... dare I say it: LIFE?] [wow.. let's do up a doobie for that one]
.. okay.. I shall return for more of a "beating".. later on. My head has gone from feeling like a tin can that was empty, to one that is filled with crap [no doubt thanks to this poem].. so.. 'til later, fish. [actually, it seems slow here today.. so hopefully you're taking a "me" day] [of course, it's important that you do that sometimes, fish] [especially in your line of work]