Wednesday, November 02, 2011
Sweet blame
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Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.
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Yes, I saw those and enjoyed! Isn't it great to be an inspiration to others?
ReplyDeleteWhen I have been influenced by so many, yes, it is pleasant when you see somebody being inspired in return...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, and inspired though they are by your poem, something entirely different, and very much themselves.
ReplyDeleteWell, that is the only kind of progeny worth having, right? The independent kind...
ReplyDeleteI mean, aside from the flesh-and-blood sort under the age of--what is it now?
ReplyDeleteYes. Our children are also themselves, but the difference is that one can often catch the family resemblance in the eyes or smile. If I hadn't seen your poem or his quotation there, I might not have guessed it at all.
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