tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508216806840488452.post1062312510624240335..comments2023-11-28T01:07:04.107+02:00Comments on The Devil's Pleasure Garden: Ode on a Grecian UrineRobert MacLeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05720124605199903710noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508216806840488452.post-2369488351928570062014-02-03T20:29:44.622+02:002014-02-03T20:29:44.622+02:00That's what Thumper's mother told him in B...That's what Thumper's mother told him in Bambi. (All poets are eight.)Robert MacLeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05720124605199903710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508216806840488452.post-77155394103150232272014-02-03T20:25:12.118+02:002014-02-03T20:25:12.118+02:00I've heard if you can't say anything good,...I've heard if you can't say anything good, it is best to say nothing.<br /><br />(Silence. Silence. Silence.)<br /><br />-- Was the poet 8, or 13?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508216806840488452.post-26231838862294487932013-03-14T19:08:40.100+02:002013-03-14T19:08:40.100+02:00It would have been inspiring.It would have been inspiring.Robert MacLeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05720124605199903710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508216806840488452.post-28492000550020397362013-03-14T02:11:52.160+02:002013-03-14T02:11:52.160+02:00Such a poet.
Reminds me of my roommate and me in F...Such a poet.<br />Reminds me of my roommate and me in Fiesole, many years ago, drunk on wine, and having to pee so desperately. So we squatted in the angled shadow of a cobblestoned road on our way back to our pensione ... and looking back on the scene from this poem, I rather wish you had been there too! Winslow Eliothttp://winsloweliot.com/noreply@blogger.com