A recompilation
Edmund Clerihew Bentley
Eschewed writing verses stately
Instead his preferred art
Was something like a verbal fart.
It’s Friday and, as promised I’m bringing our many many entries up to the front page for a brief dash in the sun. I’m also categorizing them several different ways, but mainly by the subject matter. Recall that clerihew by definition [...]

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A notice
Dancing on the head of a pin,
As passé as drinking gin,
Who you nailin’ down again?
The elite, they’s not like me,
the elite, why we let them be?
Susan Jacoby, author of The Age of American Unreason, has a thing or two to say about the denigration and the most common misuse in political discourse of the [...]

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A poem by Thomas Thornburg from Ancient Letters

Who has not read of mankilling Achilles?
Him of the mighty thews, myrmidon mannered one
In whose red such ichor ran the ships where he dallied
Sail in our sayings, the heads that he hammered;
As hilted as language is, the bloodsayings backing us,
Screwing our courage, it is his name tracks us.
Who [...]

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