Apparently
if you write in verse
on the provincial exam personal composition
you receive a zero,
no matter how cogent your argument
or relevant your allegory.
It’s worse that writing drivel, that doesn’t address the question!
How incredibly
perverse.
Apparently,
someone arrived at my blog
yesterday, having used
the search term
“Fluevog addict.”
Ouch.
That seems a little harsh.
Addict?
Really?
Couldn’t we just say
“aficionato?”
or “connoisseur?”
Addict?
Come on now.
That’s definitely over-stating.
Seriously.
.
Um.
Did I tell you?
To celebrate my Master’s placement
I have Prepared Hi Steadies coming ?
Aren’t they gorgeous?
Way cheaper than a party to celebrate,
and I get to enjoy them for ages!
years!
Rather than a single evening.
That’s not addiction.
That’s just…
happiness.
😉
Oh, and
John Fluevog thinks I’m awesome!
So there.
.
(Well fine, he probably thinks you’re awesome, too)
.
.
.
PS>
Fluevog liked this poem so much, that they sent me a mug! Yay! 🙂 They know how to feed their addic… >>cough<< …fans. Many thanks to Preet at the Vancouver Granville Fluevog store, who takes good care of me, AND sends me presents! (If you look closely, you can see that the mug says “Juan Fluevog” I think that’s hilarious. Vog humour. HA!)
My review of I Heart You, You Haunt Me by Lisa Schroeder, in verse. Of course.
.
A verse novel
is like dessert.
Not double chocolate fudge cake
or creme brulee.
More like
lime jello
or
custard.
You want to love it
because it’s dessert,
but somehow
it doesn’t quite satisfy.
There’s a lack of depth here.
The message is simple
and the path is straight.
Apparently,
I like more
complexity
in relationships
and characters.
More conflict.
Something
more.
.
Lest you think I’m just negative toward all verse novels, here’s my review of Wendy Phillip’s Fishtailing, which I thoroughly enjoyed.
You know, Latin fascinates me. I remember a verse in an autograph book I once had, “Latin is a dead language it’s plain enough to see. It killed off all the Romans, and now it’s killing me.” I never had the opportunity to study Latin, but I have studied French, Spanish and Italian at various degrees of seriousness, and so I make a lot of connections between Latin root words in those Roman languages, and of course in English as well.
Take the word “iugo” for example. It doesn’t have just a couple meanings, as would be likely if it was an English word. Iugo covers a concept rather thoroughly. Consider that it means,
JOIN
JOINT
JOIN TOGETHER
BIND TOGETHER
LINK
BAND
CONNECT
INTERLACE
INOSCULATE
INTERLOCK
MATE
YOKE
COMMINGLE
WED
UNITE
PAIR
COMPOUND
MARRY
CLASP
AGGREGATE
HARNESS
CONFLATE
BRIDGE
FUN
COUPLE
PAN
COMPACT
AGGLUTINATE
LARK
RALLY
COMPLECT
AMALGAMATE
CONJOIN
LEASH
kind of profound isn’t it? Someday maybe I’ll really study Latin, but in the meantime, I’ll enjoy the Google translator and make the best of it.
Oh, if you’re trying figure how this connects to Grace Awakening, Iugo is the surname of Concordia in the books. Concordia is the Roman goddess of marital harmony. (I’ve told you before all the names in your books are chosen for a reason…)
Come.
They said.
The end is near.
Maybe not.
I said.
He’s tougher than he looks.
Not this time.
They said.
Come.
Hurry.
So we sat holding our breath
when his stopped.
Waiting.
But morning came.
And the next.
And the next.
He’s tougher than he looks.
Told you so.
Shawn L. Bird 