So we've settled on the fact that no writer can be considered worthy if you understand anything they say. Fair enough.
You guys are hilarious. Didn't you know that when you get old you have to be boring?It's right there in the instruction manual.
Poetry? Ah, but whilst giving my own synopsis in a past post, however bittersweetly boring concerning those fine workmen of the quill and parchment, [a historically better way to offer one’s thoughts, dreams and fancies in a sort of reckless and whimsical abandonment yet seemingly restrained to the uneducated eye], did offer up the musings and literary genius of one whom will never more place hand to quill in order to interpret and vent those sometimes corrupt, dark and yet somehow pleasantly and even delightfully abstract thoughts of one so confused in his real life as to mix his wine with the powder of the ancients to bring about his mythical, mystical and yet romantic prose and sometimes, suffice it to write, quite heart heavy poetry for those dark nights in front of a fire that is nearly withered away and the recently flea riddened dog has left the softness of my overstuffed, but conservatively stout chair where I can finally sit on my butt and read the best of Edgar Allen Poe on my IPad. 185 in 4 minutes.
Just too, too much. A new candidate for Best Sentence Ever. 'whilst'? 'mix his wine with the powder of the ancients'? My fear is that I understand all of it.
Excellent. I understand just enough physics to make a fool of myself. Why do the 'experts' think they're a separate species, unaccountable to the rest of us?