You blasphemed the aspidistra and something awful has come down that chimney
My poem "Berakhah" (for Peter Burson) has been accepted by
erzebet for Jabberwocky. Meanwhile, I have the sempiternal con crud. One of these days, I promise: a post with content. Till then, I suggest you read
seajules's "The sky is the floor of an ocean" or
shweta_narayan's "Apsara" or Robert Pinsky's "Last Robot Song," all of which are beautiful, with truth in them, and much easier on the ear than me sneezing.

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And I'm very sorry to hear about the con crud.
Should I ask who blasphemed the aspidistra?
And thank you, also, for linking the poems, which are beautiful. Especially "Apsara," which comes ironically timed for me, I suppose, as I've just finished the first session of a class on Ireland and India in the colonial and post-colonial context.
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Thank you!
Should I ask who blasphemed the aspidistra?
No, you should just read Dorothy L. Sayers' Busman's Honeymoon (1937). Of course, that necessitates you read Strong Poison (1930), Have His Carcase (1932), and Gaudy Night (1935), but no one I know ever hurt themselves doing so.
Especially "Apsara," which comes ironically timed for me, I suppose, as I've just finished the first session of a class on Ireland and India in the colonial and post-colonial context.
Very appropriate, yes.
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You're welcome!
No, you should just read Dorothy L. Sayers' Busman's Honeymoon (1937). Of course, that necessitates you read Strong Poison (1930), Have His Carcase (1932), and Gaudy Night (1935), but no one I know ever hurt themselves doing so.
Ah. I'm glad of that last.
I've read Gaudy Night, but not the others. Someday, when I have the time...