Interested in your comments on the emergent rhythms, Martin, and whatever
the piece might mean it's very much in a nascent condition overall. No
Rimbaud connections in my mind, tho' I'm painfully aware that the ruined
lineation in its e-mail appearance destabilizes the vessel.
Mon dieu, a leaking list? To port is that, or starboard? Glug, the ship's
going under. I suddenly have a deep desire for woodwork.
Bon drying out to you, here it's merely coffee!
Best
Dave
----- Original Message -----
From: "Martin J. Walker" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Wednesday, July 25, 2001 9:58 PM
Subject: Re: Working Progress
> I can't make head or tail of this, David, I know not where to have it, but
> the attempt is a jouissance & nobody's gonna report me to the police is a
> Geschenk. I do like those persistently emerging [ (weak) strong weak weak
> strong weak] rhythms, as I hear it, varied by you, of course :"(a)
parlance
> of langour". Very sensuous. "Refinements of regret" ~ what was that about
> Rimbaud's "Je regrette l'Europe aux anciens parapets" in Matthew
Francis's
> poems? Is one mail seeping into another ? O Déesse, the list is leaking
(or
> the leak is listing), the ultimate virus is snivelling up the waterworks.
Si
> je désire une eau d'Europe, it's a pond of gin with a paper boat to retch
> in. Mais oui. Think I'll go & dry out with a joint.
> Martin
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