Bill -Two misses !! one I don't get to see many -not getting about and
Second miss yes pine for/interested to see -ah emails tricky cheers P
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From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
Behalf Of Bill Wootton
Sent: 11 February 2015 08:46
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Subject: Re: On the Road
Yes, Pat, i know what you mean, untutored, spontaneous folk art I suppose.
You 'miss' as in overlook or 'pine for'?
Bill
On 11/02/2015, at 6:58 PM, Patrick McManus wrote:
> Hi Bill -a heavy start to my day _ I suppose not having a car (and not
> travelling much !) I miss these sometimes they are like a street
> theatre/folk art? And have a life apart from the mourned??
> Cheers P -gloomy outside
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]]
> On Behalf Of Bill Wootton
> Sent: 10 February 2015 20:44
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> Subject: On the Road
>
> Who loads these offerings
> by roadside death spots?
> Not relatives surely; friends,
> you assume, who have already
> placed flowers on the coffin, in
> chapel, at graveside or urn wall.
>
> But such bouquets fall mourn-short.
> A soul interrupted en route seems now to require temporal marking. See
> those propped white crosses tilting, golden framed pictures catching
> the sun's glint, printed pages flapping in car-breeze,
>
> oversized stuffed toys nuzzling CDs,
> in loose piles, footy scarves, trophies.
> Emblems continue to accumulate
> at the site of last breath, of sudden rupture. There's a reaching in
> these jumbled cairns. Institutions can't cut it.
>
> Even when colours fade, animals
> desecrate, the vacuum remains.
> Not just the absence of the departed, but some gapingness the dead
> leave in all of the rest of us, for whom the road winds on.
>
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