Yes, the talkative ichor - I looked that up. Fun word! - standing in for the more obvious and common metaphor of "hot blood." A bit more coy, but I think most folks know the subject and tenor of all that chatting.
Not needed at this but I can't resist - this was so clearly a love poem. "Naming your pounding name again in the dark heart-root" ( What's a heart-root? )... I might see your confusion, because who uses the word "Anyway" in a love poem, (Yes, I know now it was written by an actual poet, but...palaver?) Poor Shelley, a suitor who can't write his own love poem and a husband who's a stupid head.
Love poem, hundred percent. If you google it, you can find many cases of it analyzed as a love poem. It's about longing and lost love. Giving this to your wife was a question in the form of a poem -- yes, we are both in relationships and not with one another, but do you long for me as I long for you? Because if so, the door to the bedroom is open....
He was! When I knew him, he had just transplanted into South Euclid and was getting to know us all. He thew great parties (for 13 olds) and we loved bowling where "we knew the owner." Ahhh, those were the days.
Circuitous love poem for sure. He makes direct references to her affectionately. The rest is weird mixed metaphors out of a random neuron storm. Love your stuff and the references to writing for the show. I have always been curious about the writers' room and love when Colbert or the other late night stand ups bring out a writer, single one or the whole team for praise. It is not easy, but it sounds like one of the best jobs in the universe, especially when you have team chemistry. Thanks for naming some of your co-writers. Don't know them, but singing their praise to your random readers is good gratitude.
Circuitous! Yes! That's what threw me! Thank you, Bob! And yes, I've been very lucky to have been able to do this for a living. And process my experience in such a fun collegial way.
Listen to Charles who is not only right but funny.
Consider that if the poem had been about frozen peas, he still gave her a poem. I contend that what exactly the poem says does not even have to matter for the move to qualify as a move.
STEVE!!! I remember all of this so well! That was such a fun script to write and such great inspiration. I’ve been meaning to tell you for, well, almost 6 years, that when my mom passed away, my dad and I spent many evenings watching Raymond together. I’d see your name in the opening credits of every episode and feel so grateful that your humor and brilliance were not only entertaining, they were a true comfort in my dad’s grief.
I maintain that in life, either things will go swimmingly or you'll have a story.
While it is correct to conclude this was meant as a love poem, it was also reasonable to be distracted by its sheer awfulness into thinking the rhubarb of mismatched images and trivia was actually just a page of clumsy mad libs.
Still not generally wise to disagree with Shelley. But you did find a way to use it. So, in the short run, d'oh. And in the long run, you have a story.
SO Much a love poem.
Yeah, I know... now
If an old Toad won't tell you the truth, no one will...
Proud to see that you are still trainable.
I know when to take a safety.
I will go beyond. It's actually more an erotic love poem than a romantic one. That's some throbbing intimation. Dude wanted some action.
Very loquacious blood.
Yes, the talkative ichor - I looked that up. Fun word! - standing in for the more obvious and common metaphor of "hot blood." A bit more coy, but I think most folks know the subject and tenor of all that chatting.
Not needed at this but I can't resist - this was so clearly a love poem. "Naming your pounding name again in the dark heart-root" ( What's a heart-root? )... I might see your confusion, because who uses the word "Anyway" in a love poem, (Yes, I know now it was written by an actual poet, but...palaver?) Poor Shelley, a suitor who can't write his own love poem and a husband who's a stupid head.
Nail meet head.
Or more like "meat head"
At least you didn't think it was about global warming, so there's that.
Love poem, hundred percent. If you google it, you can find many cases of it analyzed as a love poem. It's about longing and lost love. Giving this to your wife was a question in the form of a poem -- yes, we are both in relationships and not with one another, but do you long for me as I long for you? Because if so, the door to the bedroom is open....
Damn. Now I want to beat the guy up. Finally! Thank you for your scholarship, Lara.
I love everything you write -- even if it's someone else's love poem
What a coincidence! I love this comment!
You prob don't remember, but I'm the gal (age 89) who went to St. Gregory's with your uncle Mike, and I went to many Gilmore Dances.
Wow! Uncle Mike was a colorful dude.
He was! When I knew him, he had just transplanted into South Euclid and was getting to know us all. He thew great parties (for 13 olds) and we loved bowling where "we knew the owner." Ahhh, those were the days.
It is OVERWHELMINGLY a love poem.
I know! Where the hell were you when I needed you!
Not a love poem. It’s soft core porn! I would have helped old Chaz release a bunch of his hot blood all over his face.
That's where you and I differ. You're a good husband.
You are a good husband. You’re just a better poetry critic.
Skro! It is NOT a love poem.
It is so far Far FAR BEYOND a love poem.
It is correctly categorized by entomologists (pretty sure that’s the right area of expertise) as an OBSESSION poem.
B/c amazing wife Shelley was living rent-free inside that dude’s head!
Eddie, entomology is the study of insects. "Etymology" is the word you're looking for. Although, insects could work, too.
Yeah, I got caught up in the discussion section portion of the evening. If I wasn't so dense, there'd be no story.
Circuitous love poem for sure. He makes direct references to her affectionately. The rest is weird mixed metaphors out of a random neuron storm. Love your stuff and the references to writing for the show. I have always been curious about the writers' room and love when Colbert or the other late night stand ups bring out a writer, single one or the whole team for praise. It is not easy, but it sounds like one of the best jobs in the universe, especially when you have team chemistry. Thanks for naming some of your co-writers. Don't know them, but singing their praise to your random readers is good gratitude.
Circuitous! Yes! That's what threw me! Thank you, Bob! And yes, I've been very lucky to have been able to do this for a living. And process my experience in such a fun collegial way.
A verbal dick pic....just sayin'.....
the boy and his blah-blah-blahs 😆
Listen to Charles who is not only right but funny.
Consider that if the poem had been about frozen peas, he still gave her a poem. I contend that what exactly the poem says does not even have to matter for the move to qualify as a move.
True. Although, in my defense, he could be just a fan of fine literature. Did you ever consider that?
Pffft why would he do that
STEVE!!! I remember all of this so well! That was such a fun script to write and such great inspiration. I’ve been meaning to tell you for, well, almost 6 years, that when my mom passed away, my dad and I spent many evenings watching Raymond together. I’d see your name in the opening credits of every episode and feel so grateful that your humor and brilliance were not only entertaining, they were a true comfort in my dad’s grief.
Thank you, Barb! And I had so much fun working with you guys on the Wayneys.
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I liked your story. Naturally, you as a pro writer would be focused on evaluating a "poem."
For me (who's not a pro writer) my take on the principal's "poem":
!st 7 lines, he's hitting on her. The rest of the "poem?"--is cryptic nonsense (maybe he used an ai program to write the rest of it).
I maintain that in life, either things will go swimmingly or you'll have a story.
While it is correct to conclude this was meant as a love poem, it was also reasonable to be distracted by its sheer awfulness into thinking the rhubarb of mismatched images and trivia was actually just a page of clumsy mad libs.
Still not generally wise to disagree with Shelley. But you did find a way to use it. So, in the short run, d'oh. And in the long run, you have a story.
I'm not Mike. It's Judy Rabin Schaffert. My phone decided I'm my husband. Oh, well. I've been called worse.
Hey Judy! Don't let your phone talk to your passport or you'll get you in trouble with the Trump administration.
Dude. <shakes head> And that’s a pretty ballsy thing for a principal to do!!! I hope his tenure was very short.
His tenure as well as his... you know.
I think it was a love poem... :o)
Thanks, Jeep. where were you when I needed you?
Sorry, Steve… most definitely a sappy love poem
I'm pickin' up on that.