Imported Poems

A poem and photos below, but first -

- and this sounds so cheezy, like I'm giving a speech at the Academy Awards or something - I want to thank everyone who has expressed concern and/or PMed me regarding my leaving. I've read every PM but don't have time to respond to them all, but wanted to say that each of you touched my heart - you're all very good people - but you all knew that already, didn't you?

<Get's down off cheezy Hollywood podium>

There's some 20th century rubbish called "Ekphrastic Poetry" wherein readers respond to art with poetry. So, it only seems fitting that after being forced to digest large quantities of 20th century literary rubbish, I should respond to it in the same style:

MODERN AMERICAN POETRY

Naked Poetasters
Streaming verse of ideas
Couched in pop politics and religion
Of the current age.

The preeminent aristocrats
Pontificate cerebral philosophy
Their withered straws of novelty
- Wilted and impotent -
On the butcher’s reading table.

Oh Bridget! I hear you whimpering
In the darkness of yesterday’s light,
For those sundry souls of paradise
Waxing all emotion and eloquence
Upon love, beauty and death!

Such beautiful bards they were,
Strumming softly on the harp’s strings,
Each note resounding heavenly
of devout delight, echoing God himself!

Oh ma cheri! Mon souffle même!
Do not flee into yesteryear
Or seek refuge dear in days of yore!
Though bygone times teem with Byronic
Beauty and Shakespeare’ Seduction,
I need you here, Bridget.
I need you here or I fear
An eternal poetic demise.


Sorry I couldn't finish the poem in the same style, but I was choking on the bogus part. The end is rather abrupt (needs work) but at least it flows. I was only capable of two satirical verses - how tragic. Maybe I'll write another one when I'm feeling better. (Hey tragedy in satire, and satire in tragedy - what an oxymoron! Ye-Gods! This study of insanity is breaching my brain!)

Oh a more light-hearted note, it's make fun of Anthony time!

Apparently he realized that - unlike Daniel Ratcliffe - wearing the same clothes every day would not deter the papanazzi's or the mad fans from taking his picture, so he crumbled and wore an entirely different outfit - new jeans and the whole deal!

It's the smile that turns even the most respectable, mature and sophisticated women (and men too) into screaming teenage girls:



My God, the man has a beautiful face. Basil Hallward and I are two peas in a pod - slaves to beauty, destined to paint it, write it, shape it, sculpt it, respond to it, die for it. Look at the high forehead, cheekbones, jaw-line, the glowing amber eyes - even the cheezy porn stach is incapable of marring his beauty!



This is a Lean Queen Machine if I ever saw one. Slender usually doesn't work for me (after all, I'm Ms. Muscles) but for some reason, he works for me.

And don't think the flowered boxers were an "accident". Ever since he flashed his boxers back in the LOTR days, women (and men) have been fascinated by his underwear. He intentionally wears short-shirts, etc, to show them off - he's the biggest P-Tease (P=double entendre) to walk the earth. Though he protests to the contrary, he loves being worshipped. His compensatory narcissistic personality requires it. Lucky for him, his father is hot for an old guy, so he'll grow handsome as he grows older as well: