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i once set h. up with a jeff buckley, but he wasn't dead. ask h. about it.

Actually I seem to recall her mentioning something about that before. Maybe if she's reading this she'll pipe up and tell us the story.

Can I just say that this post has given me a quote that I treasure and use all the time. In my humble opinion it goes beyond genius. I refer of course to the line, "He was a poet with words........."

Glad you spotted that one, Tommy. It's breathtakingly poetic.

What, exactly, is beyong genius?

Yes Tommy, but Ms. Michelle also concludes that line with "......and music." I believe she was just making a reference to emphasize the poetry through music rather than the obvious notion of "poetry through words" which exists always.

I'm thinking of posting a poem so I can hear your hilarious criticism.

Post a poem, please please, post a poem.

The thing is Jack, rather than labouring over what you believe she was getting at, you should focus on the monumentally painful prose she uses to get there. The ironies compound when you realise that she uses such mangled language to pay tribute to "poetry" (in whatever form it takes.) It is a very funny line. You can use it as a template for any number of gags about pedestrian description. "He was a painter with paint ......"

There is poetry in this art form that combines words and music. I just wish there was word that brought the two together. (Apart from hymm,dirge, anthem, shanty,ballard or perhaps song)

I look forward to your poety and hope you don't strain too much "thinking" about submitting it.

McC - did you spot the deliberate spelling mistake. Nice one eh?

I spotted it Tommy, you wittster.

Tommy ...

As you're wont to point out as many mistakes as you see in everyones' posts, wouldn't "labouring" be used only in the Queen's English? Unless I am mistaken, "laboring" is proper in the American vinacular which would be utilized here due to the residency of the board's proprietors regardless of their own desire to be somewhere else.

myke

Myke

I can't speak for "vinacular" but the spelling thing was something else. A private joke for McC and the sharp eyed Mav. (And maybe brett and sloth)

I like to use my native spelling format. Look out for labour,centre etc.

I have spoken to a few of the characters on this board about their desire to live out of the USA. I love it here. My wife and children are yanks and I will probably take citizenship next year - if I get off my lazy arse in time. I really could not imagine being happier anywhere else. Having said that, my wife is talking about going to work for the BBC in England. So maybe I will be forced back to that bitter little shit hole for a couple of years. AND before you both ask - Mc and Mark - I will be delighted to scour obscure record shops on your behalf.

has there been an inquest or autopsy report in this death?

my sister, billiejobodeanbobette, well she says that it's vernacular. Even spelt it out fer me.But I like to spells it vuuur-nak-yu-luuur. I jes cain figgur out wha anyone would make fun of the yoosage ov such big werds. But then, I cain figgur out wha that myke person has any point in pickin out any uther yoosage ov things and stuff like colour er labour er...
ARSE!
I'ses gessen we's all anti oo ess ayy b'causin we'se spellin all funny and all that.
Arse!
Im athinkin' that sums it all up.

Geez H. ... you take things even more seriously than I do. My deadpan humor ... or humour ... flew right by you.

myke

A poem for Jack. I'm showing you mine, show me yours.

Purple Patch Poem

You're not my jack-in-the-box,
But come out and play anyway.
I won't wind you up
Just to push you down.
I'm not scheming
To shut you up under that lid.
We'll make up a new game.
You'll spring out smiling like a simile
Bouncing on your mechanism of metaphors
Higher than hyperbole
We'll start with twenty-questions
I'll ask and among your answers
Will be assonance and alliteration.
I'll spell out vowels,
And you'll score double
by attaching consonants.
Then we'll catch a ride to Candyland
And get caught up in the consonance
Of making peppermints instead of points.
Come on out and pop the weasel
With your winsome words.