Alright, Mr. Blimp, I confess a cartoonish glee in pushing ancient buttons.
But you guys are so good at putting your feet in those shoes. In truth we
know you really are on the wild side, no matter the shoes.
S
> Sir,-
> I must protest that I a) do not indulge in auto-flagellation, neither do
> any of the fellows I know, and b) have never worn tweed. Damned itchy
> and uncomfortable, I say. Nor does alluding to the opinions of Nigel
> Molesworth constitute "holier than thou" behaviour. So, old chap, just
> watch whose jolly old letter you append your absurd animadversions to in
> future, what?
> Colonel Blimp
>
> Stephen Vincent wrote:
>
>> Weirdly enough I find what I hear here - a mix of condescending,
>> self-flagellating, and a tweed mix of holier than thou. Gosh. I don't know
>> what goes on in Australia or the UK, but, at least, here in the States we
>> have variously good programs of poets working in the schools - of which I
>> used to do a bunch, in fact, led the start of the first program here in
>> California. Among the work I have much read over the years, Dominic's
>> "cloudy" example is a cartoon of a quite ancient history - and the prejudice
>> against boys doing it and getting recognized for a hot hand/tongue is kaput
>> - too.
>>
>> Stephen V
>> Blog: http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
>>
>>
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>>
>>> Hullo clouds, hullo sky...It's still the same old story, as time goes
>>> by...poetry is uterly weedy & wet girly stuff as any fule kno.
>>> mj
>>>
>>> Roger Day wrote:
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>>> Oh dear, you must have suffered.
>>>>
>>>> On 11/14/05, Dominic Fox <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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>>>>
>>>>> It starts in infant school.
>>>>>
>>>>> You get everyone in the class to say a word - it will usually be an
>>>>> adjective - that could be used to describe a cloud. Joe says "soft";
>>>>> Brandon says "fluffy"; Adam says "up in the sky"; Kieran says
>>>>> "thunderstorms!", and so on. You write the words on the whiteboard,
>>>>> then you make a poem called "Clouds":
>>>>>
>>>>> Clouds are soft.
>>>>> Clouds are fluffy.
>>>>> Clouds float up in the sky.
>>>>> Clouds make thunderstorms!
>>>>>
>>>>> That is what making poems is: the search for adjectives and attributes
>>>>> to associate with some object. Everyone's contribution is included.
>>>>> The resulting confection is lispily enunciated by the tallest girl in
>>>>> the class at one of those school assemblies to which parents are
>>>>> invited. Everyone claps appreciatively.
>>>>>
>>>>> Dominic
>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>> --
>>>> http://www.badstep.net/
>>>> http://www.cb1poetry.org.uk/
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