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Pastimes : Calling all SI Poets -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Gauguin who wrote (786)	8/1/1997 2:03:00 PM
From: George S. Montgomery	Respond to of 2095

Reductio ad absurdum, or something not far from that. Your bit... "Not A Bad Idea Not gonna post a poem. Not gonna slip and showem. Not gonna stick MY neck out; Not gonna open my mout." ...is diggerel, yes? It's sort of fun and zippy. (Penni's previous post about females, with her line that you open with, about "even bad would be better" is diggerel too, yes?) Just when I am reacquainting with Skipper, and seeking a warm entrance through Alexa'a armor, Andrew bursts forth with gratuitous condemnation that has no humor, no spear, and no rationality...oi! Don't you agree that it would be preferable to have your Poets at least re-read the material they post? Or is simply making paragraphs out of phrases or ignoring capital letters enough to impose one's dribblings on the readers' consciousnesses? I teach elementary schoolers. One of the hardest lessons about the reading process is the one dealing with Revision. They hate it! The writer becoming a reader, and altering his (or her) output in response, is an affront to these kiddies. Your doggerel surely can't mean that everything is shot at, so nothing should be tried. Let's just ask for a little discipline or self-control before we seek the fountains' spurts. Ok? Little lines that parse and rhyme That do not claim the vast sublime Give much more substance to the soul Than vapid tricklings in the bowl Let's stir the pot and raise the fire And set our sights a wee bit higher Or let us do what we do well And fill the thread with doggerel Andrew's tirade Was ill-made Oh dear Milk Ear gsm