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jjhunter

Sunday, every Sunday, let's have a community picnic. It's probably been a long week, and it's lovely to have a few minutes to sit back and relax and enjoy some good conversation in a less formal space. Feel free to bring something for the Picnic Basket - a poem you liked this week, a thought you had or something you experienced, or even something completely unrelated to poetry whatsoever that you just feel like sharing. Just take a moment to say hello, and maybe have a bite to eat; no one is going anywhere fast, and the shade promises some relief from the everyday heat. Let’s get to know each other a bit better, here under the branches of the poet’s tree.

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spiralsheep

I posted the "children's" poem Eight Tentacles, by Julia Donaldson (at my journal) in response to a friend posting the adult, and potentially NSFW, poem The Vine, by Robert Herrick (potentially NSFW, at luminarium).

Enjoy!

Edited (i can haz spayce) Date: 2012-10-21 03:43 pm (UTC)

From:

primeideal

I am continuing to blog about the baseball playoffs at http://lipogramscorecard.wordpress.com/ (let me know if you want context for any of those).

From:

zirconium

Hee! I know of other Tigers fans (and some anti-Yankees ones) who would like to continue to savor the moment, so I am tweeting the link to your blog). :-)

From:

primeideal

:D Thank you very much!

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lnhammer

I've always enjoyed the idea of 17th century tentacle porn. And the poem itself.

---L.

From:

spiralsheep

I think the last line makes the poem. Herrick's self-deprecation deflates his earlier potential-creepiness. He uses self-deprecating twists in a lot of his "love" poems.

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lnhammer

Interestingly, he also does that in a lot of his devotional verse as well, though not as often. If you can track it down, reading Hesperides straight through is well worth it. (NB: that edition segregates his greasier epigrams to an appendix, mitigating some of the effect.)

---L.

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spiralsheep

I've read it. :-)
In fact I've long been in the habit of telling people that Robin is my imaginary 17th century poet boyfriend. :-D
I've always had a thing for "Elizabethan" lyric poetry and, of course, Herrick fits perfectly into that style/tradition.