Sunday, December 29, 2019

The Peter Principle

For those who have forgotten, the Peter Principle states that a man's 'peter' will rise to its level of incompetence and remain there, never rising any higher for the rest of his life.

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Saturday, December 28, 2019

Jolly Red Rogue

Gone Rogue
Friends, Roux men, Gaestarbeiter.
Lend me an extra ear.
Old Extra Pound
is not around,
nor that rogue rotundity based over here.

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Wednesday, December 25, 2019

Merely Christmas

Cross Over
Pound knew too well that old yuletide season,
the worms, the vermin, the varmits, the reason
they crept the cold ways
of conniption fit days
for a wall that leaked like a lesion.

My computer is working better, I think, so maybe I'll get back into my daily routine composing limericks for an obscure literary aim.

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Thursday, December 19, 2019

This Sort of Problem:

My posts came out looking something like the following:

My cow ? My cow is calling out to me be

A reductio ad absurdum
always soun When totends so fricken datith this long reductio?

Is it a matter of losing 'wait'

is better than wisdom.

When it looks weird like like this, I don't have the patience to keep on correcting it.

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Wednesday, December 18, 2019

Internate

My computer is spewing out nonsense. More later . . .

Monday, December 16, 2019

Food Nonsense

Culture of Consumers
Nothing is better than wisdom.
A loaf of bread is better than nothing.
A loaf of bread is better than wisdom.

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Sunday, December 15, 2019

In Famous Occupations

Parlous Prayer
O Extra Pound, all safe and sound,
keep me safe, too, within the bound-
aries of fate-
ful ram-a-gate
that keeps at bay old Extra Pound.

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Saturday, December 14, 2019

Return to Cinder

Full Sound
Extra Pound returns, full sound
of mind and also body, to found
by hand,
or land
himself where ever deeper depths of the drowned redound.

After a few days away, I now turn again to Extra Pound and his friends . . .

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Friday, December 13, 2019

Endlessly continued . . .

One might say that the adage - "A friend in need is a friend indeed" - will always have a context. Granted, but what does the context mean? Do we need another context to contextualize that?

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Thursday, December 12, 2019

On the Endlessness of Interpretation

Take this old adage:
"A friend in need is a friend indeed."
Perhaps the word "indeed" first catches our attention. How do we interpret this word? Is it meant in irony?" As if the one seeking our help comes to us as a friend only when in need of something. That leads us to take a second look at the word "friend," but from whose perspective? The "friend" here means the one in need. Or does it mean one whose "helpfulness" is taken for granted. Indeed, which friend are we talking about? Oh, there's that word "indeed" again, this time with emphasis. We recall that it literally means "in fact." But does it mean that here? As we move ever closer to "indeed," we move ever farther from "indeed." And vice-versa. In truth, we see no end to interpretation . . .

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Wednesday, December 11, 2019

Headlines

Extra! Extra! 'Breed' All About It! Generic Editing Possible in Germland!

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Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Mud and more . . .

Circus Comes to Town
Bold Extra Pound whished the village around,
till his wheels ran deep in the ground,
suggesting some sedimental flood,
or perhaps just thick and glorious mud,
had splattered the town, then gone round, and around, and around, and around . . .

Note the stylistic commas.

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Monday, December 09, 2019

Reworked

Rat Fink Delivers
As Kit Cat called out for a cold one,
Rat flung him a piss-potted pun:
"Good beer makes you smart;
Bad beer makes you f*rt!
And this one made good old Bud wiser and fun!"

Reworked a bit . . .

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Sunday, December 08, 2019

Get Happy

Rat Fink Delivers
As Kit Cat called out for a cold one,
Rat flung him a piss-potted pun.
"Good beer makes you smart;
Bad beer makes you fart!
And this one made good old Bud wiser and fun!"

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Saturday, December 07, 2019

Pound for Pound

Sufficient Grounds
Pound for Pound, Extra Pound
lay his head upon the ground-
up bean,
once green,
but now to roasted, toasted, savory flavor browned.

Could be better?

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Friday, December 06, 2019

Post Meridian, the Long Afternoon of Life

Tough Crowd
That amazing young man known as "Pound"
used to pound out a tough-sh*t-li'l round -
it was crude,
it was rude,
but magnetic in mood, so it won the crowd over, we found.

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Thursday, December 05, 2019

Top of the Morning!

Weasel Words
After plenty mere thought, Extra Pound
thought once more, how he might sound profound:
"Squeeze no weasel," said he,
"Lest it not quite dead be,"
and such was the vice height he found!

There. One of these must be 'write.'

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Wednesday, December 04, 2019

Otherwise and Pop Goes . . .

Weasel Words
After plenty mere thought, Extra Pound
thought again, how he might profound sound.
"Squeeze no weasel," said he,
"Lest it not quite dead be,"
and such was the vice height he found!

Maybe this version is 'badder' . . .

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Tuesday, December 03, 2019

The Academic Concept Termed "Hodges"

This morning, I received an email from some fly-by-night online search engine that calls itself "Academia.edu" and purports to find one's publications and set them in order:
Dear Horace Jeffery,

2,411 new papers that discuss "hodges" have been added to Academia since you last searched for it.
Sounds ridiculous doesn't it? They treat the name "Hodges" as some sort of academic concept to be discussed, not noticing that my own search was for articles I had written.

They also don't realize that most of what they find is just intellectual 'dreck,' often from my blog.

And they offer their services, whose results are usually something I've already seen. They offer (intending that I click it) the message below:
See Papers ▸
They then try to get me to pay if I want to see what they've collected.

So transparent . . .

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Monday, December 02, 2019

Not So Profound, After All?

Weasel Words
After plenty much thought, Extra Pound
thought again, how he might sound profound:
"Squeeze no weasel," said he
"Lest it not quite dead be,"
and such was the vice height he found!

Maybe this version is better . . .

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Sunday, December 01, 2019

Not So Profound as May Sound

Weasel Words
After plenty much thought, Extra Pound
thought again, how he might sound profound:
"Squeeze no weasel," he said,
"Lest it not be quite dead,"
and such was the vice height he found!

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