This means blogwar.
First off, a statement noting the small and sullen nubs of truth buried deep within a flood of pathetic vitriol. Yes, my use of emphasis was in certain locales very awkward, in the sense that it would not flow at all pleasingly off the tongue. It pleaded for a spot of polishing, to say the least. I never denied this.
Now on to those facts which he has either made a point of omitting, or has outright contradicted in the most vile and villainous manner.
1. I went to bed at about a quarter until one. The work Trevor derided was the product of about twenty minutes total - four seperate periods of about five minutes each, during each of which I was in class and thus had no peace and quiet in which to make productive work.
2. The number of syllables was perfect in each sentence, at every stage of the poem's creation.
3. The emphasis is now quite improved, due in a substantial part to the helpful advice of Erica, and due in no part at all to Trevor's spittle-slinging:
Upon that sandy beach the Prince did tread
To Wondrous Is'le, by map of magic led.
Five dwarves he saw who plowed the white-hued sand,
Who 'twixt themselves a ragtag patrol manned.
To hurl into the ocean was their goal,
Not one Prince Alex thought exactly droll.
So tricks and trinkets cheap he put to use,
And deftly foiled dwarves, and thus was loosed. 4. I consulted Dr. Marschall on the contested topic, and was told that meter - the number and emphasizing pattern of syllables - is quite a different animal from rhythm, which is how the thing flows when actually said.
My comrade's stew of verbiage, at which one would laugh if one could laugh with the nose pinched tightly shut, is well-stirred if nothing else - its foulness penetrates to the core of every ill-chosen adjective and through all the tenses of each moldering verb, as if through chunks of rotten meat.
posted on Tuesday, May 13, 2003
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