Took a song writing seminar with Robin and Linda Williams at the Augusta Heritage Festival in Elkins, WV this past summer: Each day they gave us a project--use one sense and try to come up with lyrics. On the day we employed "sight", after reading mine aloud to the group, one "folk" pointed out to me that my syntax was wrong, to which I replied, rules were made to break; really wanted to tell her to return to her little academic circle where the grammar book ruled. Some just don't get it": if it works, it works, and the rules be damned! These people would (and did!) sneer at Dylan Thomas and James Joyce. And in keeping with the later comments on this thread, some friends of mine (we're still at Augusta) grouped themselves together as the Ovarian Cysters--all were female, ya see--and took that great old classic "It Don't Mean A Thing If It Ain't Got That Swing", and turned out the whitest version you ever heard--"It Does Not Mean A Thing If It Has Not got That Swing." It was absolutely hilarious! Just goes to show what can happen when macadamians involve themselves with the creative process. My friends were on a lark, grinning all the way; my fellow workshopmate was serious.