A Glass of Chianti

Thursday, June 30, 2005


I've not been one to be bitten by the poetry composition bug. My adolescence is blissfully clear of bad poetry. The problem is that when I am visited by this terrible parasite, it tends to manifest itself in horrible Latin verse. This is a mixed blessing, of course. On the positive side, very few people can even understand the fruits of my labors. (Thank goodness for the relative "death" of the language!) On the negative side, however, the people that can understand the Latin generally have well-developed taste and understand how truly terrible it is. Those people don't give A's for effort.