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nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote in >>>>>>>> news:BSidnbxX4p44GHz1nZ2dnZfqn_qdnZ2d@giganews.com:


HarryLime wrote:

Michael Pendragon wrote:
On Wednesday, December 2, 2020 at 9:41:29 AM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote: >>>>>>>>
On Sunday, November 29, 2020 at 7:12:53 AM UTC,
michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote: On Wednesday, November 25, 2020 at >>>>>>>> 3:10:56 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote: Renascence
by Michael Pendragon

An epic and inspiring poem on a subject dear to Michael Pendragon. >>>>>>>>
Spring paints the land in pretty pastel tints
We like the alliteration.
I love alliteration, but for some reason it's frowned upon these >>>>>>>> days. It's easy to get the words tumbling into place, but it also >>>>>>>> can take away from the poem.



As in Hieronymous' poetry, for instance.

However, misuse (even by the majority of would-be poets) is not >>>>>>>> sufficient reason to abandon (and frown upon) what can be a powerful >>>>>>>> literary device.


From crocus blooms to budding apple trees;
Her Easter basket palette coyly hints
Of first love, April kisses, birds and beesrCa
Yes, it does"a renewal, a rebirth, a renascence!
Then Summer comes with clover-scented hair
To drape the world in fecund shades of green;
Are there shades of fecund? Is that like being a little bit
pregnant? It's like being a whole lot pregnant -- all the Summer >>>>>>>> plants and trees pregnant with Autumn's harvest. This would imply >>>>>>>> that the shades of fecund would match those of leaves from various >>>>>>>> fruit trees, plants and vines. Hmm, still not convinced that fecund >>>>>>>> can be a color. It would work better for us if it was "To drape the >>>>>>>> world, fecund in shades of green;"



It may be more correct in terms of color, but it requires both an >>>>>>>> inversion and a comma. That's too forced for the voice I'm hoping >>>>>>>> to project. Unfortunately, the line's success is going to have to >>>>>>>> hinge on whether one can accept the use of fecund as a shade of >>>>>>>> green.

That's a problem with literary critiquing in general -- and one that >>>>>>>> I'm often guilty of: we have a natural tendency to reject new
applications of a word when first confronted by it, but will readily >>>>>>>> accept it established works (often *after* its new application has >>>>>>>> become a part of our language). A hundred years from now, critics >>>>>>>> might be praising Pendragon for having been the first writer to >>>>>>>> recognize the fecundity in certain shades of deep green, but for the >>>>>>>> next ninety-nine years, they'll simply look at it and scratch their >>>>>>>> heads.

OTOH, this tendency to over-correct -- to be a stickler for grammar >>>>>>>> and definition at the expense of creatively thinking outside the box >>>>>>>> -- is all too understandable when poetry is fraught with illiterate >>>>>>>> numbskulls like Will Donkey and his Stinksock, who unintentionally >>>>>>>> butcher the language.


Blue skies and golden sunlight much too fair
To form a crown for aught save Nature's queen.
ThatrCOs a pretty image. We would love it if someone said that to >>>>>>>> us! But Autumn -- burnished Autumn! -- is the time
When sunbaked colors reach their richest state
Yes, they are sunbaked and are rCLdonerCY in autumn.
Maybe the sun is also the timer?



That's a wonderful thought.


Of golden corn and pumpkins in their prime,
Or amber flames that lick the iron grate
In red-brick mantelpieces, Franklin stoves
And kitchen hearthfires roasting acorn squash
Hearthfire is one of Michael PendragonrCOs favorite words, as we >>>>>>>> have seen this in several poems. Fireplace, anyone? It has a nice, >>>>>>>> old-fashioned sound that appeals to me. We noticed!

We have a dark blue wood burning stove (that stands on a hearth) in >>>>>>>> our living room. While gingered scents of cinnamon and cloves
We are not sure that gingered works here, since can a scent be a >>>>>>>> color? Granted, the cinnamon and cloves may be an orange/brown >>>>>>>> shade verging on red, but is this a color/scent memory? Ginger is >>>>>>>> often used as an adjective for "redhead," but it's actually the >>>>>>>> name for a very specific shade of red hair. Yes, we understand >>>>>>>> that, but can it be "red-ed" or even fecunded?



No... but it could be reddened or... (swallow)... fertilized.


That bathe the days in deep, burnt umber wash
Fit for Rossetti maids of chestnut mane
-- La Ghirlandata, Lilith, Proserpine "
And your wife in that lovely picture on your Facebook page.
:-) She appears in a couple of my poetry videos as well.
We will look for that!
Vermilion pigments plash the dappled lane:
We like plash! Plash of the Phytons.
Strewn maple leaves that wax incarnadine.
Yes, they do, and thatrCOs a beautiful shade of red.

In Autumn, Nature gains her purest tone,
Her canvas laid out with a knowing eye;
The bittersweet facades of one who's known
The weariness of years that totter by
In hope that something lies around the bend.
We can always hope that the best is yet to come.
Hope spring eternal, etc.
Her withered leaves reflect the wrinkled brow
Of age that knows what seasoned days portend
Death and then rebirth (hopefully).
You're more hopeful than the speaker at this point.
And holds the broken cart, the rusted plow
More precious than a field of blowing grain;
Like cast iron streetlamps stretching from the past
They call the patchwork wanderer home again.
The ages of Man, the passing of the seasons.

Though seasons change, these Autumn scenes will last
In sepia-colored memories and dreams
That Winter snows can't bury nor erase,
That is a thought to consider"as autumn does seem to linger and >>>>>>>> make a stronger impression on us than the other seasons. Perhaps it >>>>>>>> is because we know what comes after. Nor Spring replace for all her >>>>>>>> flowery schemes. The Summer greens will pass without a trace
As Autumn once more dons her artist's smock
To paint the hills in crimson, brown and gold
While old men turn their thoughts back with the clock
And wonder when the world had grown so old.
The tick tock of our clocks stops once for most, and we cannot turn >>>>>>>> back the time--men have tried for thousands of years without
success. These old men are only turning back the clocks within >>>>>>>> their memories. Yes, but the Fountain of Youth!

This old man, however, is still trying to figure out the mechanism. >>>>>>>> There are professionals who do that.



I know. But if they do... and if the drug/procedure gets FDA
approval... it will be so exorbitantly priced that only the rich can >>>>>>>> afford it.

After all, such a breakthrough would create an unwarranted increase >>>>>>>> in an already overpopulated planet. Living forever could kill us. >>>>>>>>

"AND the will therein lieth, which dieth not. Who knoweth the
mysteries of the will, with its vigor? For God is but a great will >>>>>>>> pervading all things by nature of its intentness. Man doth not >>>>>>>> yield himself to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only >>>>>>>> through the weakness of his feeble will." (Poe attributed this >>>>>>>> quote to Joseph Glanvill, but since it does not appear in any of >>>>>>>> Glanvill's known works, it is believed that Poe made it up.) Did he >>>>>>>> do that a lot? (attribute quotes to someone else that he had
actually written?)



Not often. He is, however, believed to have used sock puppets to >>>>>>>> reply to (and start/conduct flame wars pertaining to) his review >>>>>>>> columns.


But Autumn -- fairest Autumn! -- pays no mind
To mortal thoughts and fancies, works and days,
It is like a Disney movie where you see the colors suddenly painted >>>>>>>> on the images. In one of my favorite Autumn poems, "Fair Autumn," >>>>>>>> Louise Webster attributes the changing colors to fairies --
reflexively making fairies a metaphor for the forces of nature in >>>>>>>> the process. Imbues the hills with color, redefined
Fairies hide in winter.



There's a poem hiding in that!


In terms of quiet woodland walks and ways;
Yes, the bright greens and pastels turn to browns and yellows. >>>>>>>> While we hang Indian corn beside our door,
Place Jack O'Lanterns on our front porch stairs.
Then Autumn whisks us back to days of yore,
The persistence of memory.
Of cider, Harvest Homes, and county fairs
Of black cats, ghosts and goblins, Halloween
And turkey dinners topped with pumpkin pie;
But not this year, so we will have to tap into our memory bank of >>>>>>>> dinners of yore. My stomach and I are happy to report that we kept >>>>>>>> up the Thanksgiving tradition this year: two turkeys (a real one >>>>>>>> for my children and a vegan one for me -- my wife won't touch
either) and pumpkin pie. We always stick to our immediate family, >>>>>>>> so the celebration posed no Covid19 risks. Good for you. Many
people could not do that so did turkey tv dinners! A Norman
Rockwell world that lies between The fragile pages of an age gone >>>>>>>> by And brittling leaves that punctuate the scene.
As illustrated in Norman RockwellrCOs rCLFreedom from WantrCY
(1943). That scene is not taking place this year, as grandma and >>>>>>>> grandpa may be in the hospital.
https://www.nrm.org/2016/11/freedom-want-1943/ Each Fall, another >>>>>>>> year draws to its close In earthen tones as earth reclaims her kin; >>>>>>>> We are not sure that we like the repeat of earthen and earth. Maybe >>>>>>>> terracotta? I like the way it sounds when read aloud. I also wanted >>>>>>>> to reinforce the connection to the earth: ashes to ashes, dust to >>>>>>>> dust, dead leaves to dirt and mulch. Okay, we will read it aloud >>>>>>>> and see how that goes ...no, we still like something other than >>>>>>>> earth there. While farmers reap their fields in silent rows
To bring another season's harvest in.
Why are the rows silent? We think that maybe the rows should be >>>>>>>> expressed as being successful in their production, perhaps
satisfied that they did their jobs well? The farmers are silently >>>>>>>> standing in rows as they reap. Their silence is meant to help guide >>>>>>>> the reader to envisioning them as death symbols. At the moment, >>>>>>>> they aren't thinking about their successful harvest -- they're >>>>>>>> simply going about their job in order to survive the coming Winter. >>>>>>>> Okay, we didn't see the death symbols.
A nostalgic poem that could accompany a Norman Rockwell
illustration or a Michael Pendragon video. Thanks, NancyGene. I'm >>>>>>>> sure it will end up as a video (that's my next project once this >>>>>>>> poetry collection is completed). Great--be sure to advertise it >>>>>>>> here.



Will do.

Thanks, NancyGene.

Michael Pendragon
rCLYou are an obvious homophone spewing hate speech....rCY
-- George rCLStinkrCY Sulzbach, Dharma Pissbum, esq.


I was scrolling through the JLA archives, and finally found a Sunday >>>>>>>> Sampler!

This one was edited by NancyGene, and fully demonstrates everything >>>>>>>> that was so good about the old Usenet AAPC back when it was actually >>>>>>>> a group.

I'm bumping it up to the top, as it is well worth a re-read.

I encourage all readers to read the insightful discussions on the >>>>>>>> poetry as well.



Yes, the poetry readers asked questions, and the poets answered the >>>>>>>> questions or defended their poems. Poems were crafted, not crapped >>>>>>>> out (such as with Donkey poems).



Remeber when I let Team Donkey post in the threads and how he tried >>>>>>>> to sabotage it and make it all about him?

What a f***ing douchebag.



I remember.

Donkey was given numerous chances to participate in the Sunday >>>>>>>> Sampler, and he always ended up having a tizzy over one thing or >>>>>>>> another.

He tizzied over his poem (which hadn't received any comments) having >>>>>>>> been buried by the other posts, so he started making sure that his >>>>>>>> poem was always posted last. Then he tizzied some more because it >>>>>>>> still wasn't the focus of any discussions. Then he started posting >>>>>>>> his poem in both the Sampler and in a separate thread (a big fat No-No >>>>>>>> in the publishing industry), then threw a tizzy-tantrum when Jim >>>>>>>> disqualified his poem with an "X".

I could go on listing his weekly Sampler tizzies for hours, but will >>>>>>>> simply cut to the chase. Eventually, Jim barred him from further >>>>>>>> participation in the Sampler, after which he and his Stinky sock threw >>>>>>>> a double-tizzyfit and tried to drive Jim away by spewing their >>>>>>>> tizziness all over the Sampler thread.

Will, of course, rationalized the incident as follows:

"(W)hen... I was banned [from The Sunday Sampler]... I decided that >>>>>>>> the time was definitely right to leave." -- Will "Tizzy Boy" Donkey >>>>>>>>

Yeah, I recall the fat, stupid Drama Queen flouncing off as well. >>>>>>>
"What Dreckweasel can't f**k up, he'll piss on." was never truer. >>>>>>>
--
"Post-editing someone's statement before replying to it is a sure sign >>>>>>> that you have already lost the argument." - Little Willie Douchebag gets
another asskicking from Pendragon.

Which is precisely why he's been banned from The Official AAPC Group at FB, and from The Official Art & Literary Magazine of AAPC, "A Year of Sundays."

And from most of the local restaurants in Columbus, for that matter. >>>>>

Will Donkey's version of the Fool's Golden Shower. (Not that he would ever take a water shower, with soap.)

The color (black) and quantity of Will Donkey's urine in the authentic picture is troubling to us as medical professionals. The dark color indicates kidney failure, liver disease and UTIs. --Dr. NancyGene, Chief Urologist, Harvard Medical School

It's blue on my monitor. Blue urine (according to Dunce's 'trusted source") is usually benign: due to having ingested food color, or having taken certain medications. At worst, it's only a urinary tract infection -- which I think we all take for a given with the Donkey.

It is dark gray on our monitor (new HP). That gives the same diagnosis of kidney and liver disease plus UTIs. Will Donkey is (literally) in bad shape. --Dr. NancyGene, Chief Nephrologist and Hepatologist, Mayo Clinic

Our prayers go out to him.

NOT!

We suggest that Will Donkey move to the edge of Hospice Hill and get ready for the plunge. Who will drag around Donkey when he's gone? Uncle Jordy? Dunce?


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