I have the Beal.
Or the Beal has me.
But I can't feel
The bloggery.
I've tried to rant.
I've tried to rave.
If this were on paper
Whole forests I'd save.
I tried to joke.
I tried to pun.
This is my weapon.
This is my gun.
(nope, means nothing, I just like the saying.)
I have not quit.
I will be back.
When more silly shit
I do not lack.
the dread beal has struck
empty smiles for us today
hope you get well soon
;-)
Posted by: Rob at August 30, 2005 09:41 AMOh my... beal... quick - move back to your old apartment... oh yeah, bad idea, nevermind!
The periodic "I'm alive" post will work for a while. *grin*
Posted by: Teresa at August 30, 2005 10:31 AMYou are a poet
Just like Katrina
But you don't blow it
Or get too meana
I hope you beal fetter soon.
Posted by: Mel Kizgude at August 30, 2005 02:09 PMOh Cheezemistress --
The iamb is an English metric cheeze
Originating in the spoken word...
It gives the verse a song that's meant to please:
A happy regularity when heard.
Just a simple quatro in the form of iambic pentameter. The same form used by Shakespeare and Pope. Five iambic feet in four lines of alternating ryme. If you want sonnets then you scheme it thus: abab cdcd efef gg. Or if you're feeling Spencerian then you can rhyme them abba cddc efef gg, but it is the iambic foot that gives the line its whimsey as well as controlling it's internal logic.
Cheezebabe.... why not write us a sonnet. I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours.
Bob
Posted by: Bob Baird at August 30, 2005 04:20 PM
Summer's almost over and we can all get back to the silly shit soon enough.
Hope you're at least enjoying yourself.
Posted by: Jennifer at August 30, 2005 04:35 PMI'm with Teresa... just a simple "I'm here" works for me! (But hey, it's YOUR blog...) :)
Posted by: sue at August 31, 2005 06:23 AMThe Mistress giveth out no cheese.
Depressèd readers all go slit their wrists.
It matters not if they say “Pretty please,”
Or toward the silent heavens shake their fists.
They whisper, “Is it Writer’s Block?”
(I would not wish it even on a dog.)
Has LeeAnn dashed her brains out on a rock?
There ain’t but Jack-Shit, lately, on her blog.
But all us bloggers know the Spell.
The Dry Time comes to one and comes to all.
Our posts, infrequent, have a Fishy Smell.
Our brains won’t deign to hear the Muse’s call.
But on one topic all of us agree:
We’ve got a jones for Cheddar – and for Brie!
Steve wins. *hands over keys to the mansion*
Don't forget to feed the goldfish.
Understanding I'm admitting ignorance, someone tell me what Beal is. Please? I mean, I get it contextually. Where did it come from? Not the Beal itself. The term.
Posted by: Jennifer at August 31, 2005 07:15 PMMasterful sonnet. I am in awe. Feed the fishies to what?
Posted by: Edith at September 1, 2005 08:06 AMHere you go Jennifer... Susie at Practical Penumbra has a post about Beal Awareness...
http://practicalpenumbra.mu.nu/archives/011740.php
Hope this helps and may you never be infected with this dread disease. *grin*
Posted by: Teresa at September 1, 2005 09:18 AMI think today you need to pass the tray and say "enough for one day" and leave the mouldy cheese for other people to have a say, because it has blocked your brain,instead of going out your drain.
Posted by: Kelvin Yorke at September 3, 2005 11:35 AMSorry about your beal. Hope you get better soon!
Posted by: Susie at September 3, 2005 11:10 PMThat was incredibly beautiful... I'm near tears.
:)
Posted by: That 1 Guy at September 4, 2005 03:09 PM