Has anyone ever told you, “I am a visual person. You have to show me.”? Maybe you know someone who is auditory who needs the instructions read to them. Tactile people have to do it themselves to learn how. Then, there is me.
Did you name the last set of fractals? Stop in and tell me what name they whisper (or scream) to you. No peeking. (Click to enlarge.)
Do you make countdowns? Maybe, just on New Year’s Eve. Maybe, to the spanking which never comes because someone straightens up before you get to the end. Something else entirely?
Far be it from me to hold Follies merely to the SIB. No, even my CrackBerry is not immune to Follies. Episode 51 of the Friday Follies comes to you from Guatemala.
One of the hazards of poetry is the lines and images catch people differently. Sometimes, what you may walk away from a poem carrying is not what the poet packaged. This is not a case of bait and switch.