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Dropping a clanger
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Normally I wouldn’t give the time of day to the normally unctuous Dundonian poets of old, let alone a dolichocephalic one who allegedly spends much of his time frequenting seedy rampastures in the Lothian area. Couple this with the fact that his ode to Star Trek nearly made me boak when I heard it being recited in a honey-drawled faux Scottish accent on a long haul flight back from Australia some years since. It could well have been me offering verbal abuse from the comfort of a trusty Transit if I had not ripped the earjack from the shared seat rest and flung it up the aisle back into economy class of whence it first came.
However, he is a talented infracaninophile, that I cannot deny. His defiance when it comes to preferring his mother tongue over the English (spit) language, has me applauding him from afar. I also actually quite enjoyed his ‘Bad Shaman Blues’ to the point of buying it as a hednon for my niece.
I’ve no academic way of evaluating poetry other than perhaps how I judge music, quite simply, does it stir me?
I like the way you evaluate clothes, Looby.
( Chef, you had me reaching for the dictionary and measuring my head )
Chef: an airline had recordings of WNH? I’m incredulous.
Now then, as a public and private service:
dolichocephalic: having a long skull
hednon: wedding present
infracaninophile: not in the SOED, so it doesn’t count. But trying to put the elements together – lower than + dog + lover, so you’ve either made a subtle reference to Herbert’s poem “Dog” which was sparked by Ruth Padel’s lesser-quoted comment that “dogs do not think in metaphors", against which idea the poem is built, or I am barking up the wrong tree.
Isn’t Bad Shaman Blues brilliant? I heard him recite it at Keswick Literature Festival a few years ago. It just makes me laugh and think and go into jelly.
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GB: That’s just how I evaluate it too.
Thanks. Clothes, my own and others’ are important to me.
Good god! People are still performing The Vagina Monologues? After all these years you’d think the damn things would be able to tell the tales themselves…
Yes, it’s getting a little bit like the McDonalds of women’s empowerment.
For the love of all things holy, a simple word like that can surely be deciphered merely by pressing a few keys Mr looby. Perhaps the next time you have dinner guests you might ask them to introduce a spot of deipnosophy into the evenings entertainment.
Student bars appear to have either upped the alcohol level or lowered the level of IQ required for ones diplomas. Please see me in my office after lunch, must try harder.
Infracaninophile - One who supports or defends the underdog.
Yes but in my day we looked things up in a dictionry, rather than “merely pressing a few keys.” I realise that such a habit is becoming laughingly outdated. Thanks for the definition though. Some of the words you use don’t have any currency, words for which you’d struggle to find citations in literature or parlance. I’m a gobbler-up of new vocabulary, but I want words with a background, even if that background is archaic.
But never mind that, let’s talk about sex, baby. At the risk of boring others less bloggingly internecine, I think you flirt with Daisyfae very well. I enjoyed your comment about her flimsy clothing. Literate and sexy.
Here’s a splendid fuckabout on the art of dinner table converation–or deipnosophy, as the Weegies say.
A splendid example in your link sir. You have redeemed yourself and then some.
Daisyfae is a pure peach of a woman. One cannot help but suffer the pangs of oculoplania when in her company. A perfect mixture of ipsedixitism and pure silky sexiness oozes from every pore of her subtle femininity as she often reclines on a velvet causeuse I keep in a locked room within in my mind.
To summarise, Daisyfae is a luxurious ice cream, buttery, creamy and irresistible after a single lick.
Here is a witty ditty which explains what ipsedixism is.
Bravo my boy. Ipsedixitism - The practice of dogmatic assertion.
Tis good to see that years of eupsychics has not been wasted on yet another Englishman currently doing the rounds in Glasgow.
We shot and ate the last one by the way.
i’ve had myself a right swoon! when you talk so purty like that, i getz a funny feelin’, right down in my basement!
looby – although he talks a good game, i really want him because he has an enormous penis.
I do have a name for my genitalia. You can’t say it out loud as it is quite a mouthful…
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