Screed is a good word. Perhaps I should write short screeds. But seriously, shiver my timbers if I don't start writing about some of the literature I like, even if the easiest way is to recycle existing thoughts about "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death" or Paul Muldoon's "The Grand Conversation." Speaking of Paul Muldoon, here's a fun word: emphysemantiphon. Makes a body wish he were smart enough to go to Princeton.