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I have not had email from this list for a while. I really will not have time for adding criticism for a while. I now find what the point was with this song, and regret being so hard on it. I apologize for doing so. I have learned by what has been critiqued, and by the criticism that have been made, (and by getting an offer to have a song fragment archived on rec.music.filk). Sean -----Original Message----- From: Maya Corbin [SMTP:kyttn@comclin.net] Sent: Tuesday, February 13, 2001 12:04 To: critique@filknet.org Subject: [critique] Re: Yonder comes a Filker: The whips, The hot coals. ----- Original Message ----- From: Sean Cleary <SCleary@delmarmedical.com> To: <critique@filknet.org> Sent: Tuesday, February 13, 2001 8:01 AM Subject: [critique] Yonder comes a Filker: The whips, The hot coals. <snip> > > But, the song lacks passion. It is good, not great. It has good lines, > and I might find myself singing it, but where is the feeling? Where is > the pain? I am not sure that it is not a parody of the feelings > expressed, a satire? How do you feel when parodied? You object when the > subject is changed to offensive humor, but at a almost parliamentary > objection level, not a passionate level, not from hurt feelings, but > from vaguely offended sense of something. > Please explain the feeling of violation(??) to someone who would be > honored to produce anything good enough to be parodied. > > Sean As Lee said in her post, this song was not meant to be serious. Does the final verse (added in my response to Lee) clarify things at all? This song came about very much because of a couple of parodies that would not leave my brain and some that Greg introduced me to (Honey Glazed Ham for example), and a discussion about a song that Gwen Knighton wrote which was filked within a couple of hours of posting! It is meant to be rather tongue-in-cheek and silly more than something serious. Maya