Anny
a secret is not a secret when its clues are there for all to see (viz The
Collected Poems of Joshua Nene which are in Chide One +and+ also appeared in
this forum accompanied by an interview by Alison. One could also try a
google which would make the matter obvious). But it can be an exercise in
defusion of hostility to use the intermediary of another name so that old
rancours are lessened. It can also be an opportunity for an exercise in the
imaginative possibilities of exploring identity, in self and in fictive
grounds, which is exciting. It does not entail an intention to deceive, how
could something so transparent be so?
Mr Nene regards such activities as repugnant and reprehensible and being the
opposite of creativity, remember he, poor creature of not-being that he is,
is very much in favour of actuality.
Merry Christmas
JN
----- Original Message -----
From: "Anny Ballardini" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Wednesday, December 24, 2003 7:36 PM
Subject: Fw: Sneezeons Greetings
> Ok here's for some comment, from my side: no comment.
>
> Anny Ballardini
>
> http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=poetshome
>
> If you go with rivers, not roads, the trip
> takes longer and you weave and see a lot more.
> (from Houses)
> Richard Hugo
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "david.bircumshaw" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Wednesday, December 24, 2003 8:25 PM
> Subject: Sneezeons Greetings
>
>
> > Ancient solstice aftermath
> > of lack and rebirth, the sun
> > with and not with us, arching its arc
> > on the lowering lour of sky, under which depends,
> > depends, depends
> >
> > that an estimated 2,500 will die this week in Britain
> > because they are old and cannot pay for heat
> > that the girls in the checkouts are dressed as Santa
> > that in addition to those on the streets there are
> > 385,000 estimated to be
> > in hostels and b&b's and otherwise
> > not in possession of homes
> > that bonhomie rises from the bar-tables
> > like an untowelled loaf
> > that the lights on the supermarkets
> > burn brighter than any star
> >
> > Ancient solstice afterday
> > beneath which as if supplicant
> > words rise
> >
> > as in two thousand and uh, as in hark the heralds, as in
> > three hundred and credit card sir that will do
> > nicely the wishes the kisses
> > the hugs and have a good one's
> >
> > wrap round best to in the
> > cold under
> > Ancient solstice
> > sky-tree
> >
> > (December 24th, 16.45, under the Northern Skies)
> >
> >
> > David Bircumshaw
> >
> > Spectare's Web, A Chide's Alphabet
> > & Painting Without Numbers
> >
> > http://www.chidesalphabet.org.uk
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