Bob, this is pretty marvelous for a toss-off. We shall certainly have some funny sonnets in this year's parade, but I hope this one won't make the cut. I only hope that because the cut will be determined by the rising tide? Does that make sense? No.
Return to Clive's thread, Ambition or the Lack Thereof. No, that was Tim's thread, initiated in response to Clive's complaint. I suspect that the sonnet, rightly conceived, is our most extraordinary stanza. Within its fourteen lines, the permutations are infinite. A newbie here, David Anthony, once asserted that it was the only form worth writing. Wrong-headed as that seems to a man who tries to nonce every thing he writes, I judged that to be an assertion worth flaunting!
Dean Donne referred to "narrow rooms." The purpose of this exercise is to showcase what the all of us can do within those confines. Send me your rich, your rare, your silken tents supported by the air. Timothy
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