Now folks, here's a man, this Hal, who, apparently,has no notion of how much
poetry is in a hole, and when you, as I have, go into a hole and review it,
I think I should be paid for it.
Yes, believe me, there is whole lot of poetry full of ignored holes - the
leaps over them (while reading) provide some of poetry's most dormant
pleasures. And praise be the reviewer who goes there, hole by hole.
Get it, Hal. Pay up, the hole amount, please!
Stephen V
> I just stopped payment on the check, Stephen. A dollar a syllable
> ain't bad, but a bunch of your letters have holes in them, and I don't
> pay for those. So, deducting $52 for letters with holes leaves $23.
> Take it or leave it!
>
> Hal
>
> On Feb 8, 2006, at 3:25 PM, Stephen Vincent wrote:
>
>> Let's negotiate, Hal. I don't work for fixed fees (anymore).
>> I just came back from Iraq. Sliding contracts (up) are my thing.
>> And please don't look for the dead bodies in my trunk.
>> Honest, I paid off the relatives.
>> But you, a dollar on a syllable, please. And there are 75 of them.
>> No, I don't count spaces between words. So consider this fair and
>> non-negotiable.
>>
>> Got it!
>>
>> Stephen V
>> http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
>>
>>
>>> Thank you, Stephen. Your check is in the mail.
>>>
>>> Hal
>>>
>>> On Feb 8, 2006, at 2:15 PM, Stephen Vincent wrote:
>>>
>>>> Good, Hal! You've made the sonnet (form) right at home - reason
>>>> into the
>>>> season, etc. Could Willie Shakes ever have imagined coupleting
>>>> cyber-urban
>>>> content. You do, well!
>>>>
>>>> Stephen V
>>>> http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
>>>>
>>>>
>>>>
>>>>
>>>>
>>>>> Sonnet: Bridge Over Troubled Markets
>>>>>
>>>>> Specialized endeavors: threading the cat, pummeling
>>>>> pomelos. Dollar mixed in quiet trading. Ethicists
>>>>> fault both parties in ongoing scandals. Retreating and
>>>>> yet treating them as well as can be expected in wartime.
>>>>>
>>>>> Roiled water beneath the bridge of dreams. In such weather
>>>>> one should be careful to wear a cap. Journeymen in trucks
>>>>> devise new routes, detours around flooded roadways or
>>>>> downed bridges. We¹d thought the king was dead, but now?
>>>>>
>>>>> Shaping themselves to new tides and winds, the rocks sit
>>>>> solid at the shore. Futurists graze out in the north pasture,
>>>>> not far from here. No sense of urgency there. Everything
>>>>> in its own time. No thing lasts forever. Even comets come
>>>>>
>>>>> and go. Small disturbances rattle markets without leaving
>>>>> a trace. Epitomes of brevity, we each await our turn.
>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>> Hal
>>>>>
>>>>> Halvard Johnson
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>>>
>>> "Time is what keeps us waiting."
>>>
>>> Halvard Johnson
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>
> "Poetic statements are no more actual statements
> than the peaches visible in a still life are actual dessert."
> --Susanne K. Langer
>
> Halvard Johnson
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