The blog sub-title requires that a certain amount of levity be woven into the fabric of the site. Here is a silly little piece I did trying to capture my idea of a Renaissance man.
The New Renaissance Man
Against the wild blue yonder stands the newest Renaissance Man.
He's known not for the things he can't do, but for the things he can
He can read from old Bill Shakespeare a sonnet of some fame,
Or take a fancy pen in hand and scrawl one without shame,
'Cause he ain't just an artsy guy with no real skills to share.
He can shoot a buck or gut a squirrel or cut his own darned hair.
And if you ask for some help with your dead buck or doe,
He'll plop his Geoffery Chaucer down and a guttin' he will go.
He is a new made man---a "Renaissance" if you please,
Who reads and writes and guts and fights and cries at flicks he sees.
So make way for this new breed of masculinity,
Who's not afraid of blank verse or a coon up in a tree.
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