tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19005814.post6502340414273695909..comments2023-10-26T01:37:49.599-07:00Comments on The Evantine Abbey: The Art of MarriageEvan B. Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070442133774056436noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19005814.post-23563332747097641912010-05-05T13:00:59.771-07:002010-05-05T13:00:59.771-07:00After that you take a distant seat to a much more ...After that you take a distant seat to a much more lovelier subject. I'll leave it to other men to sing more expansive praise.Remyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12780138011303043174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19005814.post-71092691199465903112010-05-04T16:46:52.274-07:002010-05-04T16:46:52.274-07:00this is good. It should be a much longer descript...this is good. It should be a much longer description. There is so much more you could say.Evan Gunnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14444936166465498497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19005814.post-54232709559884179472010-05-04T15:48:59.742-07:002010-05-04T15:48:59.742-07:00He could not, dear heavens, be a mere man!He could not, dear heavens, be a mere man!Evan B. Wilsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08070442133774056436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19005814.post-18492793512383210712010-05-04T13:29:22.832-07:002010-05-04T13:29:22.832-07:00Thinking of you recently as I've embarked on a...Thinking of you recently as I've embarked on an imprudent project. I've decided to write a Romantic Epic for my wife, charting the budded woo.<br /><br />Recently I wrote our meeting (which happened at the Big Haus, if you remember) and since you make an appearance I thought I'd drop that portion here for your enjoyment.<br /><br />It all remains very first draftish and just so you aren't jolted previous lines have introduced an Alice in Wonderland theme:<br /><br /><br /><br />Dominican tobacco screens the air,<br />our friend, the caterpillar sage, holds forth,<br />puffs puffs of bluish cigar smoke,<br />Saturnal fog descends around his leather chair<br />where a brandy glass sweats and matches choke.<br />A brigade of books lean into the breach and stretch<br />from floor to up just out of reach, where smoke <br />thins to spider web. He speaks of art in the deep<br />hum of gravel, a loamy dulcet, the scrim of words<br />evenly flows...Remyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12780138011303043174noreply@blogger.com