Every now and then an urge to write something comes upon me…

1/8/2012

And so “The Theory” arrives. One does hope it might deliver a modicum of pleasure to one’s readers.

The Theory

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21/5/2012

Here’s a little ditty that might elucidate a sage nod of the head by the cognoscenti.

The nemesis of the “superior critic”

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One recently was told of a poem written in 1919 with the extraordinary title of “Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, Bryan”. It was written by Vachel Lindsay about the 1896 electoral campaign in the old colonies. I don’t know any Bryan’s but if I did then one would be enough! The ditty can be found here,

“In a nation of one hundred fine, mob-hearted, lynching, relenting, repenting millions, 
There are plenty of sweeping, swinging, stinging, gorgeous things to shout about, 
And knock your old blue devils out.

I brag and chant of Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, Bryan”

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