Thanks, Mark.
Well, from a quick glance at Silliman's ideas, it looks like a clear case of nominal determinism.
For me, there are only two types of poem - to varying degrees - cricket bats and cudgels.
Every reader knows when they hit that incoming ball with a beautifully made and balanced bat, and hear the sweet pop as it clears the boundary for a six.
And everyone knows the bone-jarring whack when the ball hits a cudgel and your hands vibrate with pain.
Everyone except the pomo-people, it seems.
How awful it must be for them to have no idea about the difference between bats and cudgels.
I almost feel sorry for them.
Almost.
[This message has been edited by Mark Allinson (edited September 20, 2006).]
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