tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980287283876875680.post7492500746567296114..comments2024-03-09T02:54:08.647-06:00Comments on The North Shore...There and Back: Penance on the Iso MakiAndrew Sladehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00685074107588955263noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980287283876875680.post-85634826572628541842009-03-05T12:31:00.000-06:002009-03-05T12:31:00.000-06:00If we had an English major in the house, they woul...If we had an English major in the house, they would know that it's not "my bowels"...it's a simile. Maybe 12 years of adolescent boys has worn off on me, especially the last six years or so when anatomical references have an automatic laugh track.Andrew Sladehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00685074107588955263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980287283876875680.post-82532323232743404292009-03-05T12:08:00.000-06:002009-03-05T12:08:00.000-06:00Can we not talk about your bowels, please?Can we not talk about your bowels, please?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980287283876875680.post-45977284761438296372009-03-04T15:14:00.000-06:002009-03-04T15:14:00.000-06:00More English majors! The world needs more English ...More English majors! The world needs more English majors! Lives and worlds pass by and we ignorant ones think we are the first to pass through.Andrew Sladehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00685074107588955263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980287283876875680.post-44178057388295720092009-03-04T09:31:00.000-06:002009-03-04T09:31:00.000-06:00The 19th Century Voice is strong in this post, you...The 19th Century Voice is strong in this post, young skiwalker. I hear the full-throated cry of the rich fecund verbiage which greases the way for mere prose to become poetry:<BR/><BR/>"Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle<BR/>That while you watched turned into pieces of snow<BR/>Riding a gradient invisible<BR/>From silver aslant to random, white, and slow.<BR/><BR/>There came a moment that you couldn't tell.<BR/>And then they clearly flew instead of fell."<BR/><BR/>Howard Nemerov, "Because You Asked About The Line Between Prose And Poetry."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com