Poetry In Motion

Dino Spouse continues to listen to the "Breach" soundtrack over and over again and hog the desktop computer, but I am now comfortable with his emotional health. It appears that he has gotten bored with his video game and is seeking intellectual stimulation. No, really. I'm not saying that said intellectual stimulation is without its occasional forays into the realms of European football scores and adult entertainment, but anything the man is doing that involves him suddenly wanting to read fiction and even poetry in English can't be all bad. I quite enjoy it when he starts acting like a russkij inteligent.

Dino Spouse likes rhyme and meter and pretty much hates blank verse. I appreciate rhyme and meter well applied, don't get wrong, but - well, you know how Adorno said that lyric poetry is impossible after Auschwitz? For me, most rhyming poetry is impossible after Dr. Seuss. All but the most complex forms, no matter how dark their content, sound like $%#@! One Fish, Two Fish now that I have memorized most of the Master's work in sharing it with the kids. Between that and the way most Emily Dickinson poems can be sung successfully to the tune of "The Yellow Rose Of Texas," I've become fond of blank verse. Uvy, all of my poetry recommendations were striking out big time until I hit on the idea of simply handing him a ginormous anthology of American poetry (I can't figure out for the life of me how it is that I didn't sell it off to a used book store, but I'm glad it survived the great Dinosaurov financial crises of the past) and pointing out one poem each of Poe, Whitman, Dickinson, and Frost for him to try. Now he's walking around our room proclaiming, "Robert Frost is my man." This will delight Pa Protosaur, who was forced to memorize "Fire and Ice" in high school and recites the poem for us whenever we accuse him of being uncultured.

I've altered my links because Donnie reminded me that I made a vow not to link to blogs that don't at least occasionally acknowledge my existence. This in turn reminds me that I have yet officially endorse a Presidential candidate, but I would urge all contenders to consider the LEP Mascot as a Vice-Presidential prospect.