09:22 am: On history.
And first, in case people are tired of serious poetry, here's some
really bad poetry, the first three stanzas of "Ode to the Mammoth Cheese" by James McIntyre:
"We have seen thee, queen of cheese,
Lying quietly at your ease,
Gently fanned by evening breeze,
Thy fair form no flies dare seize.
All gaily dressed soon you'll go
To the great Provincial show,
To be admired by many a beau
In the city of Toronto.
Cows numerous as a swarm of bees,
Or as the leaves upon the trees,
It did require to make thee please
And stand unrivalled, queen of cheese."
Keep in mind: There's always a better writer than you out there somewhere, but there is also always,
always someone worse.
( On history, its passing, and its recording )Just some ideas.
Tags: fantasy rants winter 2004,
worldbuilding: history