Yeah but only thanks to the drugs dude. I don't dispute her genius but I got an opera trained voice, dude, I was Marian the Librarian and I am a medium alto, All musical singers are like um, sopranos dude. (I almost wrote "Oprah trained" that would be bad.) So, my music teacher like suggested opera singling lesions (god don't even ask I spent my high school years living in Potomac and stuff) and they went for it. She was a total nut job but she expanded my range by like an octave and a half. Although IDK if I have the ovaries to get up and sing like that any more it would take a LOT of scales. When you are supposed to go to Julliard and playing the violin 8 hrs a day well, it's a lot easier to sing in tune. Heh.
Man I wonder how I had so much time to get in trouble, honestly!! But I did.
Here is my homage to Dylan Thomas. It was fun to write, honestly. Like, I did adopt the modern practice of changing the repeated lines and I don't think I would have succeeded otherwise but like eh, I like the modern villanelle. I could have done a bit better with meter and verse probably but like there was some stuff I wanted to keep like the Green Bay stuff I mean that is what makes that poem so great for boring reasons I will not get into. I was also SO
THRILLED that during less modern times a poet could include the word "That" and get away with it IN A REPEATING villanelle, but it just goes to show like, in the past, grammarians were not such contrarians and well, annoying. I wanted to keep the whole futile rage thing going too.
But enough about learning grammar for my book time to EAT!
Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Internet Fight
Do not go gentle into that good internet fight,
For unkindness should burn and rave any time of day;
Rage, rage, against politeness on a forum site.
Though cowards, anonymous and brave, spew words by darkest night,
Because their insults sparked so little interest, they
Do not venture gentle into that good internet fight.
Great members helpful thoughts can shine forth so bright
Frail sayings remembered, freed as a child sails a kite high over a green bay,
They do not rage against politeness on a forum site.
Wild men who post too soon, attempting notoriety in flight,
Will learn, too late, and grieve along their way,
But still decline to venture gentle into that good internet fight.
Grave men, their IPS blocked, now see with blinding sight
Wishing eyes could blaze as meteors forcing usernames back into the fray,
Rage, rage until you can't against politeness on a forum site.
To the poster now ignored, demeaned from unassailable height,
Blast rapid with your worst, use even bullet points during the fray.
For as permission fade you can't go gentle into that good internet fight
So rage, rage against politeness on a forum site.
