tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737664216961136569.post464977562316538400..comments2018-10-13T11:05:29.821-07:00Comments on C E N T O R A M A: Incident Along Route 50Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737664216961136569.post-91800856845445677312010-11-05T15:15:28.982-07:002010-11-05T15:15:28.982-07:00Thanks, Alexis.
After random sampling of the poem...Thanks, Alexis.<br /><br />After random sampling of the poems, I see what each cento evokes for me in terms of a title.<br /><br />On Tuesday it was Wordsworth's famous definition of poetry, and yesterday it was a phrase from "The Evening Darkens Over," by Robert Bridges ("There's not a ship in sight; / And as the sun goes under, / Thick clouds conspire to cover / The moon that should rise yonder").<br /><br />Today and Wednesday I just waited for imagination to offer a context, and so it goes.X. P. Callahanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10041002202222251329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737664216961136569.post-25481571934718016202010-11-05T14:34:09.805-07:002010-11-05T14:34:09.805-07:00I love all of these! As usual you've set yours...I love all of these! As usual you've set yourself a high bar with DAILY?? Centos? Wow. Did you say how the titles were conjured?<br />AKaneAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12547703106756029331noreply@blogger.com