Thanks very much Patrick.
Sensible counsel from a stalwart member on our brave, exciting list in Letters. At last we can move forward into the new environment of tolerance, space, happiness and a deep professional luvviedom, is the best one can describe how one sees the full court of human theatre in Letters one can present, should one be sensible and avoid the haters, dearest darling Paddy, deepest son of hands, McManus mo chara, forgive the pathetic plea of a hectic troll; but time is cheap and life more, or less, so - p'raps it's all just crazee acting. Zappa going mad on the stratocaster, free-jazz in imbas fizz.
I dunno. The debates moved substantially on since I thought and wrote that position you quote, setting out what transpired to be of minor kerfuffle in the contenters' circle where one competitively gurns for nought but the sheer feck of it.
I learnt a lot in this past Wimbledon themed debate. Not least the former list owners booting off the sisters, revisiting their rhetoric in possession of this intelligence, makes a mockery of my ladies ale house, that ye catch out ye coziers and rhyme incorrectly the holy Shakesperean theatrical tricks one wattaged first at the earliest stage of a luvvie's development.
Unlike a lot of drag-artists; I didn't arrive with issues about gender and, as kasper pointed out elsewhere on-site - all this retro-shtick is old drag, battles fought by old bags bcuz the forward looking new batch not into 'harmless mockery' are learning online with ppl like you Patrick. One of the semi-old bags with plenty left in the tank to draw out your grand thesis. What Kavanagh called the poetical 'kink' in everyone arty; and like Yeats said, our struggle is with the everyday and reconciling that into whatever it is Ogma and the gods of poetry decide, life gifts in our indifne of 6o ghosts one has as names, should one decide to conduct poetical experiments based on a self-created course that does, actually, pay a bit of lipservice, at least, to the grand old dán all senisble, sincere luvvies who like a laugh and gravity - know.
Thank you very much. I have therapized it into something greater, in word count, elegance, poise and eloquent beauty some will and do claim is less than their own poetic worth, long-enech face-priced bards who just wanna know, what dán is in it's deeper, hidden, most recondite beautiful and sincere plea for prayer via the eact and execution of poetry per se, vis a vis, message heard.
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