HI Robin. Listen, kin I ask why my name is at the bottom of this thread? I
don't mind the association of my name with Swift's here but it kind of
bothers me that here I am returning from months away from keyboardom to
find my name lying in the gravel of an odi-et-amo thread, subject heading
"abusadore," what gives?guh
At 09:29 PM 8/20/2002 +0100, you wrote:
>Kent.
>
> > OK, Randolph. But I guess we have very different definitions of
> > "abuse". I, for one, do not see my little Minnepean pictures as
> > abuse of any sort.
>
>Oh dear. Oh fucking dear.
>
>Are you +serious+ about this?
>
>[I'm sure you'll be a better man when you get tenure track. Velly sorry,
>love ...
>
><sigh>]
>
>Kent -- an, honest, I say this in all seriousness, try to read Swift's
>"Drapier's Letters".
>
>Where you're at, where he woz.
>
>Robin
>
> > It was jsut a little bit of good-natured tickling. Us
> > overly protocoled poets of these overly protocoled times should
> > take a lesson from those now rotted Romans and tickle each other
> > more often. Without warning and hard. With a stylus. In the armpit
> > and in the groin. Poetry comes in different ways, and that's just
> > another way that poetry can come.
> >
> > Give it to me, I say. Attack me, lustily. Honor me with stylish bile.
> > Make me remembered when I am rotting.
> >
> > Hey, where's Gabriel Gudding, incidentally?
> >
> > Kent
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