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If there were a password-protected Deep End, I'm pretty sure I'd be much more Sphere-active. But I don't think invitation-only or Poet in Residence is the way to go with a PPDE.
Thanks, Nemo, for your cinematic (or possibly sit-com) essay on the State of the Sphere. Fabulous. |
I am the Poet in Residence. Poet Laureate manque. That ought to have a little dingus on it.
And you Ann of course. |
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"As the man said, Jayne, even nostalgia isn't what it used to be."
Yes indeed. Nostalgia feels so recycled nowadays. As for that Nemo, man can he write on both sides of the ledger. Well said. |
What you say is very true, Brian. Drills and Amusements is the jewel in the crown, partly because of you.
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I often swing over to D&A for amusement and diversion, commodies becoming scarcer by the moment in this rapidly deteriorating world political picture. So D&A wit is all the more valuable, and John, Annie, Brian, and the crew are much appreciated!
And yes, Nemo, you have your finger on the pulse and I agree. I could add something, but it would be of interest mainly to other college instructors as well as teachers and psychologists (ie about certain media and computer games and their seemingly debilitating consequences for verbal expression in those who are at it many hours of the day), but it may or may not be relevant to the Sphere. |
I'm with Terese on this one. Maybe light verse/parody doesn't involve as much ego and doesn't invite ad hom comments.
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Of Two Minds
This is your superego calling, Who finds your conduct quite appalling. do da dirty do da sin dump da pussy in da bin To raise us from the primal swamp We must curtail the instinct’s romp. why dont we do it in da road up ya bum ya moral code A sense of civic duty needs To govern all our words and deeds. when da neighbour make me sick whack him with a great big stick A man is not a mindless clam: ‘I cogitate, therefore I am.’ you da boring fart dat reasons me da id thing for all seasons Basil Ransome-Davies |
Kudos to Basil. Thanks for that, Mary.
Susan |
Yes, wonderful!
The following also seems relevant--to me, if to no one else. Below is a link to an image of Apollo (the civilized, cultured superego), sedately playing his cithara, while the satyr Marsyas (the rude and nude id) gets down with the aulos flutes thrown away by Athena (the central figure). When Apollo and Marsyas had a music contest judged by the Muses, Apollo was in danger of losing until he changed the rules: according to one version of the myth, he required each competitor to play his instrument upside down; according to another version, he required each competitor to sing while accompanying himself on his instrument. Either way, after Apollo rigged the competition to favor his own way of making music, he won the right to have Marsyas flayed alive...which is clearly a metaphor for the overly harsh and dismissive critique we sometimes see on the Met boards. (Warning: nudie picture) http://www.mlahanas.de/Greeks/Mythol...rsyasNAMA.html M. A. Griffiths wrote the following poem after receiving one too many critiques (in another online workshop) advising her to trim all her "unnecessary" modifiers, regardless of what this did to the meter and flow of the piece: Marsyas My song was ripped and flayed when they cried ‘strip it bare’. Behold its keening bones; the muscles bleed elsewhere. |
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