I don't know very much: But if your friend is anything like the "friends" I know who are similar, I doubt he holds himself up to these ridiculous "standards" he was trying to impose on you. Now I'm off to see a search engine about a painting...
I certainly learned something: I certainly learned something from this, today. I did not realize that Borges was self-taught; I presumed that, being a Librarian, he had studied formally. I really love his Poetry and I presumed he had done some formal preparation prior to writing it.
When I went to school, in the: When I went to school, in the days of the dinosaurs, we called it "junior high." But, by whatever name, you have described it very well. This poem revived some memories for me.
Writing and posting this poem: Writing and posting this poem surely requires an honesty and strength of character and soul that few of us can actually achieve. I applaud your accomplishment---not only verbally, but in the candor of your words. You are---truly---one of PostPoems' finest.
Oh, most certainly. The poem: Oh, most certainly. The poem exists because of your kindness; and the title is now correct because of what you pointed out. I am very grateful to you.
Gout is no friend of mine! I: Gout is no friend of mine! I remember being my Grandfather's page, as a gout sufferer he would lean on me much like the Earl of Dorincourt did lean on the shoulders of Cedric Errol (Little Lord Fauntleroy). Or so I imagined. My dad had it too and at a younger age as well. So my battle with this foe appears to have been preset before me.
That seems to have started: That seems to have started with the 'Caution coffee is hot' disclaimer resulting from a lawsuit from a customer that sued a fastfood chain because the hot coffee that they bought, advertised as hot scalded them when they spilled the cup....madness, really.
Thank you for that comment,: Thank you for that comment, and the title suggestion. I will be changing the title immediately, and I am now even more indebted to you for inspiration in both this poem and in its title.
Perhaps an apt alternate: Perhaps an apt alternate title (on a jovial and personal level) could be something along the lines of: 'She's Still My Girl.' But that's just me. Hoping there is no offence in that remark. Thank you for sticking to your guns. That spiteful "B+" is in this reading noted and repealed. Perhaps those that espouse Method over Essence shall ever have the upper hand. But the soul of 'all things' is always its "Poetry."
Thanks for the reply. My: Thanks for the reply. My fingers no longer work well either. Years ago, I played the Piano at church; and, in the days before the internet, I could type better than sixty words per minute on almost any typewriter. But gout and arthritis has made off with both my musical contribution to church, and my ability to type on an actual typewriter. I am lucky to get my laptop's keyboard right. My physician told me, years ago, that I had the very rare genetic disposition to get gout in the fingers as well as the legs/feet/toes, and that, in his medical career, he had never seen gout in the fingers before he met me. I just said, "Lucky me to be a rare genetic anomaly." and then begged him for a cortisone shot.
Thank you for commenting. I,: Thank you for commenting. I, too, shall be recording it. I wish the Wyoming Corrections people would compel his two murderers to watch every minute of it, with a quiz to follow---or a severe penalty imposed if they were to fail---but I know that will not be the case. But I am glad to know you will be watching/recording. That particular network has been giving it a heavy advertisement all day.
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