In his usual way, Lake sought to raise the dead with a reference to the “hidden treasure” called The Glossary.
It may be hidden, but it’s not lost. It’s here.
And its antecedent is here. (Just think what he could have done with hyperlinks… {me, bowing low})
Apologies to my wife. She wanted today to be about poetry, not polemics.
But poetry is a young man’s game. Polemics is the discipline men are coerced into by the passages of life. Ask Dante. Ask Ambrose Bierce. Or, if he’s not available, ask me.
I’m so glad you linked to it! I wasn’t trying to be coy in the previous comment, I’m just red-faced at my inability to pull it together this summer for you. I have gained some experience setting up WordPress sub-sites, so with your permission, I can bring it over here. Still working on that auto-link-generating script, of course. Debugging always takes longer than you expect.
I immediately scrolled to the big bold section from the Gadfly under Christianity. Then from there to Global Warming, as true and relevant as ever.
Bored by the older stuff, G? If you’re bored, then you’re boring.
G has already weighed in. He accepts the old stuff too.
“Bored by the older stuff, G? If you’re bored, then you’re boring.”
You are a loyal acolyte, Lake. Good for you. But the fact is, I never said the old stuff bored me. The Old Man spit that out in rage and desperation and you swallowed. No worry. He will protect you.
You fired too quickly, my friend. “Rage and desperation?” I’d already defended you. I’m not desperate. Just old. You know that.
Rage, yes. But not at you or life or my own failures. Rage at the annihilation of my country. But you know that too.
It sounds like I jumped the gun and got in between two people I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry if I offended. I am quick to defend the work, as well as the man. Both changed my life. Not an acolyte, though it may come off that way at times over the intertubes. Just a loyal friend. Friends have their differences and can remain friends. I suspect we have that in common, George.
I’ll bow out here and let the two of you talk. I’m just glad to see good stuff linked and reread.
I fired too quickly? Read what the hell you have written.
Read what the hell I have written?
“I had a rapier. Now I’m the MMA of writing. Which do you prefer?”
Now read what you have written:
“Your skill in both is unsurpassed and my preference doesn’t matter. Spill all the blood you want.”
What are you mad about? I told you you hurt my feelings. You made amends. I defended you after you’d done that.
So why are you mad now?
Shit. Forget the sniping. Read The Glossary.