First Frost. Robert, that is.

I do not like pastoral poetry. You, knowing me, and reading this blog, are very likely aware of this. I like narratives, sure...Tennyson will always strike that chord in me that glares at Lancelot for being such a ruddy prude, and I like abstract vers-libre. I even like some love poetry. Take my last post about Rumi, for example. I even like whingy-emo poetry if it displays some originality (like the Lamentations of Jeremiah, for example). I like, especially, strange, personal pieces that are moving and real, even if they're not in the best of styles (Rupert Brooke). But pastoral poetry has always left me frigid (like Meg Ryan's face). It's like a rubbish lover, they're just not worth staying awake for.
But I will admit a certain fondness for Frost's 'Road Less Travelled.'
It is difficult, in fact, not to entertain a fondness for it.
I'm not going to include it here, because I'm sure you know it, and if you really want to go read it, you can look it up yourself. I'm merely expressing my own astonishment at liking a piece by so gimpy an author.
In other news, I am rediscovering my watercolour roots. That was actually my first wet medium, would you believe it? Most children use tempera or poster colours, or some other water-soluble plastic derivative, but the late, great, Spike Marowitz gave me, at the age of eight, a set of 50+ year old watercolour tubes and some fantastic brushes, three of which I still have and use.
Anyhow, I figured I shouldn't be so phobic of the medium as all that (I despise watercolours, they're difficult and they give me the heebie-jeebies), and I'm reworking a Japanese-themed piece that I originally did back in '02. Hopefully I'll make a better mash-up of it than I did then.
In other news, OMG I JUST REMEMBERED!
Hah. I just typed 'OMG!' I'm going to go have a good laugh about that.
But erm...all kidding aside, I went to the art shop the other day and the Winsor-Newton brushes were all 50% off. I nearly came right there in the aisle. I got two fantastic Fitch brushes, little ones, cause I've got plenty of big brushes, but very few detailers. I'm going to go have a glee-fit over them, and perhaps finish my Gerry study.
Toodles!