Like the new template ... It is very fitting.
I'm not going to disappear. Promise.
Have you read one of Canada's most noted contributors to the world's store of awful poetry? Sarah Binks, the Sweet Songstress of Saskatchewan. A sample:
Elegy to a Calf (Lamento pastorello)
Oh calf, that gambolled by my door
Who made me rich who now am poor,
That licked my hand with milk bespread,
Oh calf, calf, art dead, art dead?
Oh calf, I sit and languish, calf,
With somber face, I cannot laugh,
Can I forget thy playful bunts?
Oh calf, calf, that loved me once?
With mildewed optics, deathlike, still,
My nights are damp, my days are chill,
I weep again with doleful sniff,
Oh calf, calf, so dead, so stiff.
-- Sarah Binks
(from http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/m...poems/
1560.html -- I couldn't find her works online -- but more samples here: http://www.lib.unb.ca/Texts/SCL/...ame=Noonan.htm)
I seem to recall that Cooney retired from Western a few years ago. I went to Western, got a degree in English, but never took a class from him as he didn't teach either undergrads or split classes; his classes were always rumored to be incredibly difficult. My last semester there he taught a graduate seminar in Irish lit that I really wanted to take and I still regret not trying to get into it. And yet, the Bad Poetry Page lives on and on. Which isn't a bad thing--I quite enjoy the Bad Poetry Page.
Oops, I see you already know about William McGonagall. Please ignore my comment on your other post.
I do believe his is one of the very few books of poemtry I possess. Yes, I have it on purpose.
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