On Jan 30, 2014, at 2:40 PM, Gail McMichael (a.k.a. “Gail Le Grá (Facebook Moniker)” <[email protected]> wrote me as follows (this is verbatim, without a greeting or other preliminary material, from someone I have never met nor even heard of; however, I found this on the Web:
"Gail Le Gra is a young 58-year-old mother of six. She is a writer and mixed media artist and is also a veteran of the US Army as well as a retired nurse. Gail describes herself as very impulsive and has had a fairly interesting life as she has walked both paths: dark and light. She is not religious but is spiritual and believes in Karma and in random acts of kindness."
Apparently, this is one of her "random acts of kindness:
Gail McMichael: Writing a novel with quite a bit of Celt mythology and wanted to write some poems as Fionn mac [sic] Cumhaill plays a significant role and as he is a file (NOT Bard...God forgive anyone who refers him to a lowly bard!) and want to know if this Casbairdne is satisfactory. Many thanks! Gail McMichael
Nimbus lights a diviner
Bright colours are ignited
While fire is your enshriner
Ash is life deems delighted
A new birth is a pleasure
Your nest on earth or heaven
A second chance, a treasure
Prayer, fire, ash sweet sweven
Purple, red, yellow and rose
Dread not death, the fire you chose
To promise birth from ash you rose
Fly with a clarion close
Lewis Turco: Sorry, Gail, I don't do criticism by mail.
Gail McMichael: Well how do you do it? Telepathically?
Gail McMichael: Holy shite!! Everywhere I go online and put Casbairne in the search box, YOUR name comes up! Gonna have to get that great gem of a book of yours. By the way, I have modified my aforesaid poem. Be well.
Gail McMichael: After much research, I have come across some dialogues, between you and others that you have posted [apparently on my “Poetics and Ruminations” blog]. I found these very abrasive and condescending on your part. You COULD have told me a Casbairdne needs Trisyllabic endings, BUT for whatever reason, you did not tell me this. I think you need a good dose of humility old man and emulate Socrates once in a while ""I know that I know nothing."
Lewis Turco: I don't know you, or who you think you are, but you have bigger brass balls than a statue of King Kong. I owe you nothing, and as you said yourself you could have gotten the information you wanted from The Book of Forms. Why you think complete strangers should be at your beck and call I have no idea.