I don’t always care for her piety, but to my ear, she is probably the best poet this country has produced. What’s weird is that some of her best stuff is inches away from doggerel. How does she do it? It’s a mystery to me.
Tags: Emily Dickinson, spider
A general can be a good guy —
It’s not him dropping bombs from the sky
And he’ll never fail
To be speaking at Yale
While others commit his My Lai! – The Liberated Limerick League, c. 1973
At the fork of a road, near the vale of VaVode
Five foot-weary salesmen have put down their load
All day they’ve raced round in the heat at top speed
Unsuccessfully trying to sell zizzerzoof seeds
Which nobody wants because nobody needs! – Dr. Seuss, The Sleep Book
Yeah! Take that, Emily!
Isn’t all genius just an epsilon away from doggerel/insanity? That’s why I tend towards the crazy, I’ve got a better chance of slipping in to genius from that direction. Besides, being crazy is so much more fun than coming at it from the other directions. Speaking of insanity, what’s your cat’s name? Does she have a toon?
Yes, and she has a poem:
http://toonstoonstoons.net/2010/02/frannie-bobannie-macdougal/
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