(That was kind of a joke, there, Janet. Step back from the canvas)

(...and I already revised it)

You're lucky, I missed it ;-)

Ya know what? I didn't get Rick's joke.

I keep proving my point. I am infallible in my mistakes.

PS: Observe the posts below saying they wish the posts would stop. There's irony Humpty Dumpty.

Jeez, did that little joke break up the party?

I should have mentioned this before, so I'm trying to slip in under the wire as this thread winds down:

As a help to further contemplation of the lovely point Janet makes here--for which we might just have said "Thank you" and moved on--I highly recommend an essay by Howard Nemerov called "Speaking Silence" in Figures of Thought. It is almost shockingly apropos.

(For those who don't know this collection, rush out & buy it.)

Pat

Oh, let it die, let it die!

Not until you critique my poem, Chris.

Oh, all right. I'll let it die.~,:^)

Did this conversation go as it always does? I haven't really been following it.

Commented on your poem elsewhere, Rick.

Of course.

And Yahwah said
 

"Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself."

"And the look of the bay mare shames silliness out of me."