Sadly, I don't get to take credit for most of this post. Most of it originated with my friend Samira, and the number of times she's had to listen to the story called That Time in Grad School (Round One, MFA) When I Walked into the Comps, Got Handed My Questions, Turned to the Person Next to Me, and Said, "What the Fuck Is Anaphoric Free Verse?" (Needless to say, I have never again forgotten in the intervening years, probably never will, and my current graduate advisor for the MA program is fond of teasing me about it.)
Anyway, earlier today I got an email that eventually morphed into this list.
Anthropomorphic Verse: Poetry read by a mouse wearing a waistcoat and horn-rimmed glasses
Anthropogenic Verse: Poetry that causes global warming
Anagrammatical Verse: Poetry that sounds exactly the same when read either forwards or backwards
Amphoric Verse: Poetry stored in large earthenware vessels
Anaphylactic Verse: Poetry that makes it so hard to breathe, you’d rather stab yourself with a needle
Anaphasic Verse: Poetry that suddenly, and inexplicably, splits itself in two
Antibiotic Verse: Poetry that fights infection (this one was in response to a concurrent conversation about my recent dentistry woes)
Antidisestablishmentarianism verse: the longest poem in the English language, but nobody knows what it means or how to use it in a sentence
Nota Bene: Amphoric Verse should not be confused with Canopic Verse (poetry that has been prepared for its journey through the afterlife)
Mangia Bene: Italian restaurant located on the state highway in Three Feathers
Also not to be confused with Cannabis Verse (poetry written by Bob Marley)
Apopleptic Verse: poetry that induces fits
Amphibious verse: poetry written by frogs; alternately, poetry to be read one if by land, two if by sea
The best part about this whole thing is that Samira was never even an English major and doesn't consider herself well-read, an opinion I personally do not share. She knows more about Jane Austen than I do, for heaven's sake. So what if most of it comes from the BBC Colin Firth version of Austen, not the Jane Austen version of Austen? A better Mr. Darcy there could never be. But I digress.
Every once in a while, someone enters your life who just gets you on a molecular level. Samira is so often that person for me.
This is my favorite blog post of the spring, possibly of 2010. Love!
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