I read the search for, and cost of, inspiration into a lot of things. This seems to fit the bill. I was just going through Kittehness's gallery today. Made me think I should check out more of your gallery.

Your poetry is not completely accessible to me, it is so musical. That's my fault. This one I like because it seems a little .. hesitant is the wrong word, it goes with a certain confidence... maybe ... well, it brings to mind age or exhaustion. I can get into that. The sense that it was written by two authors, one of which is fictitious him/herself.

("with alone" )

Incidentally, I am up to the point in Ave where the purchase has taken place. (for shame)

I am, and the word is: "flabbergasted", at your reply speed. I can only feel a vague sense of shame under vast admiration. Perhaps, I'm merely luckily timed. Please forgive me for taking a moment to think of a worthy reply

Heartily returned

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Mr. Holmes thanks you for your letter. At the moment he is in retirement in Sussex, keeping bees.
-Reply of a bank at 221B Baker Street, London, in response to 4 or so letters addressed daily to fictional sleuth Sherlock Holmes

Ha ha ha. Luckily timed. Yes. I was also in a readin' mood. Although I generally read everything that is posted by the deviants I watch. I fear backlog, I have been crushed by it before. heh.

Well, your not forgiven, but that is only because I see no wrong in it. In the face of some of my more ... articulate friends(hell-on-a-stick, basia-almostthebrave, sir-pumpkinhead, and lately AngelGunBoy .) I too must retire for a time before I am comfortable answering.

hoshit, you're good.
nice, tricky little rhyme-and-rhythm to balance the simplicity of the language. and that highbrow stuff like vatel and baudelaire.
you have a wonderful way of choosing words that carry so much with them that further description is unnecessary. i know it's lame to make comparisons, but this does remind me, in spirit, of eliot's elegant, polymath precision.
beautiful, and it just sliiiiides over the brain like a cool hand.

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the holy icing on your slaughter-cakes

I think you are correct in your reading, though honestly it is a bit distant from me. As for musicality, I'm still trying to figure out what I think phonograph rhymes with in this piece. I think hesitancy might be right, or perhaps, even routine, experience, waiting that is not made easier for being familiar. I would believe it to be written by two, because it doesn't seem to have stuck with me.


For shame? Whose shame? -Which- sale?

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Mr. Holmes thanks you for your letter. At the moment he is in retirement in Sussex, keeping bees.
-Reply of a bank at 221B Baker Street, London, in response to 4 or so letters addressed daily to fictional sleuth Sherlock Holmes

This is of the same time when I was trying to think of your poem, so I'm pleased its cut of good cloth.

I like words, and I like to choose them specifically. And I like comparisons.

Thank you for the wonderful comment

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Mr. Holmes thanks you for your letter. At the moment he is in retirement in Sussex, keeping bees.
-Reply of a bank at 221B Baker Street, London, in response to 4 or so letters addressed daily to fictional sleuth Sherlock Holmes

Hmm... see that's funny, because I usually feel like something was written(or co-written) by someone else when it is finished. If it still feels like me, I know it isn't done.

Phonograph doesn't rhyme, but it rolls more smoothely than some of the rhyme does. That's why I say musical. The pace, rythm, and intent follow an inaudible beat that is seperate from the visible structure. It is a simple, relatable beat, like in music. The right voice can defy rhym even in madrigal, the right writer(which would be a funnier phrase spoken) can ... well, should even... defy it in poetry.

For shame. My shame. I read up through XIII in one sitting and then hadn't gone further for ...three... four... months. *sigh* Now I am up to XVI. Y'know, I'm just going to start commenting whenever I read a chapter. (Incidentally, when you pinpoint a word like this: -Word-, and capitalize it, I imagine the person that represents you scowling and saying the word with a deeper voice and bitter intensity. So I'm a little nervous right now.)

I saw an aching sunset tonight, but did not realize it was so until just now. Good job.

That "with" hangs out there by itself is delightful.

I'm flattered, and I'm glad you got to see one.

And I doubted the 'with', which I think makes it secure.

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Mr. Holmes thanks you for your letter. At the moment he is in retirement in Sussex, keeping bees.
-Reply of a bank at 221B Baker Street, London, in response to 4 or so letters addressed daily to fictional sleuth Sherlock Holmes