Do you know what I'd thought about Crux poetry? I'd thought 'It's all been done; after all, it's just a body on a cross, what's the point of writing anything else?'
But Barbaria has demonstrated, once again, through her stupendous poem, that is SO not true. Not only does she describe that God-awful decision, whether to use the cornu or not, but she did so in words that meant that I could FEEL that cornu penetrating my vagina, and as a quick glance at the info to your left will reveal, I haven't actually got one!
But Barbaria thinks about every word in her poems. She chooses them, like a woodcarver chooses his tools, each one precise and used with the same absolute precision, so that she finishes with a piece of work which is exact and perfect, and which has exactly the effect on her audience that this Master of her Craft intended.
Barbaria, I just adore your poems. I don't care who knows it, I don't care if the entire World Wide Web sees this post - Barbaria is a GENIUS!!!
Wragg
Wragg I am blushing...thank you...and I am happy to confirm for everyone that our chronicler indeed does not have a vagina