tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post115743456396232947..comments2023-10-18T20:19:34.717-04:00Comments on Poetic Acceptance: Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383001784323104995noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-1157590911425791542006-09-06T21:01:00.000-04:002006-09-06T21:01:00.000-04:00Yep, we all have days like that. I don't have a he...Yep, we all have days like that. I don't have a heartache near as big as yours, but I think some of my smaller ones cluster together to bring me down.Rainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13310666391868911676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10729800.post-1157471109241785802006-09-05T11:45:00.000-04:002006-09-05T11:45:00.000-04:00erin _ waste and paste! here's quote from w.b.yea...erin _ waste and paste! here's quote from w.b.yeats that seems appropriate.<BR/>"For there's nothing whole or sole/that has not been rent/<BR/>for Love has pitched his <BR/>mansion on the hill of<BR/>excrement." seems a bit gross at first, old Yeats and his excrement but seen inthe context of waste, it just changes the notion to the idea of fallow before fertile, as in that fantastic poem you Clifford Duffyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.com