From De Vaults: Selfstalk Blogtrawl No. 1a

(Guest post by Tama Boyle.)

With regard to the subject matter of the previous blogtrawl post, I have rediscovered this esoteric and, to date, untitled bit of doggerel which I composed ex tempore a couple of years ago for a fellow-travelling Kropotkin crossword enthusiast:

As the sharpener whets the pencil
So the crossword does my mind
Square by square its vacant spaces I defeat
Dilettanteish pretence’ll
Seldom solve the clues you find
Fiendishly conceived, with jeopardies replete
Amazably refined, so perfect and discrete

Yeah… As you might have guessed, I used to be a geek. But then they changed what a geek was. Now what I am is not a geek and what a geek is is shit and unappealing to me.

NB: “Dilettanteish” in l.4 is pentasyllabic

From De Vaults: Selfstalk Blogtrawl No. 1

(Guest post by Tama Boyle.)

I wrote the following on Tuesday 27 April 2004:

I have five cigarettes to last me till morning:
But 18 bottles of beer

The Kropotkin cryptic this week vexes me. The day today is Tuesday already and I still have two more clues to get. How utterly irksome. There is nothing more pathetic to me or so lonely as an incomplete crossword puzzle. Moreover, its wretchedness is only matched by the fact that I find so inconsequential a thing as an incomplete crossword puzzle so pitiable.

What a strange and sad man I once was. Well, I’m off to drink some cider and play some darts.