Very fine stuff, Bill. Nice to have it! Sheila
On Wed, Nov 29, 2017 at 10:00 PM, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]>
wrote:
> Thanks again, Andrew, Sheila. I am much happier with this structure too,.
> Thanks to you all for seeing what I could not because I was too caught up
> in it.
>
> Bill
>
> > On 30 Nov 2017, at 3:21 pm, Sheila Murphy <[log in to unmask]>
> wrote:
> >
> > I'm the same on this point!
> >
> > On Wed, Nov 29, 2017 at 7:06 PM, Andrew Burke <[log in to unmask]>
> wrote:
> >
> >> Yes, I agree - it works better this way.
> >>
> >> Andrew
> >>
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> >> On 30 November 2017 at 09:28, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]>
> >> wrote:
> >>
> >>> Thanks again, Doug.
> >>> Bill
> >>>
> >>> On Thu, 30 Nov 2017 at 10:03 am, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]
> >
> >>> wrote:
> >>>
> >>>> Yeh, Mind the gaps, Bill.
> >>>>
> >>>> This is interesting in how it shows memory/mind working to remember,
> as
> >>>> there’s more here than in the first, as you ee it ever more whole,
> that
> >>> day
> >>>> or time.
> >>>> I think it works better his way…
> >>>>
> >>>> Doug
> >>>>
> >>>>> On Nov 29, 2017, at 1:35 PM, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]>
> >>>> wrote:
> >>>>>
> >>>>> Whoops, those gaps should not be there in new stanzas one and three.
> >>>>>
> >>>>> Bill
> >>>>>
> >>>>> On Thu, 30 Nov 2017 at 7:32 AM, Bill Wootton <
> >> [log in to unmask]
> >>>>
> >>>>> wrote:
> >>>>>
> >>>>>> Thanks, Sheila. Yes, I didn't know it but everything led to the
> >> rifle
> >>>> and
> >>>>>> I just knew that was the end of the reverie. Andrew, Thinking
> >> again, I
> >>>> will
> >>>>>> leave out creation of narrative. I know you have written prose poems
> >>>> like
> >>>>>> 'The next poem' and your Linfen poems. They are more 'block' poems.
> >>>> Maybe I
> >>>>>> can aerate mine differently as a prose
> >>>> <https://maps.google.com/?q=rently+as+a+prose&entry=gmail&source=g>
> >>> poem,
> >>>> Doug.
> >>>>>>
> >>>>>> Bakewell Street 2
> >>>>>>
> >>>>>> On the corner of Thunder Street, Bendigo, a twisted wire front
> >> fence,
> >>>>>> groany gate,
> >>>>>> springy Buffalo-grassed front lawn. Echo-less sound of tin-lid
> >> postbox
> >>>>>> screeching open, plopping flat shut after letter removal. Slight
> >> give
> >>> of
> >>>>>> worn boards on front porch with first footfall from top brick step.
> >>> Iron
> >>>>>> rungs reaching from concrete piers. Grandma Beat's place. Mum's Mum.
> >>>>>>
> >>>>>> After lunch, go outside and play. Brother Dan and I jumping from one
> >>>> post
> >>>>>> to the other. Making up games with rules and consequences. Don't be
> >>>>>> caught on the exposed veranda when a rare passing car aligns with
> >> you.
> >>>>>> Home pillars the only safe zones. Running the bee gauntlet up
> >> lavender
> >>>>>> path beneath wind-rattling wooden lattice.
> >>>>>>
> >>>>>> Thin water-stained plywood walls bulging. High plate shelf on wall.
> >>>> Framed
> >>>>>> photos;
> >>>>>> young Mum’s colourised rosy cheeks. Aunt Hazel in sepia WAAF
> >> uniform.
> >>>>>> Hovering inside in heat. Gal roof stretching, popping in sun. Unused
> >>>> front
> >>>>>> lounge room. Grandma hulked in winter knitting-by-woodstove
> >> position.
> >>>>>> Pantry/scullery, cutlery dead-clanking on sink, muted by flour bins,
> >>>>>> Brockhoff biscuit tins. Sour fumes from Uncle Rex's Abbots Lager
> >>>> 'soldier',
> >>>>>> fresh from fridge, opened by feigned accident. Grandma's wink as she
> >>>> passes
> >>>>>> the open bottle over the fence to grateful Mr Hennerbury next door.
> >>>>>> Warm-valved tone of walnut veneer radio through riffling curtained
> >>>> speaker.
> >>>>>> Spring-loaded back door's ping/clunk.
> >>>>>>
> >>>>>> Stretched stiff wire backyard prop clothesline. Sheets billowing
> >> high
> >>>>>> over Mr Kinsmore's backyard caravan. Disused chookshed with dry,
> >>>>>> ignitable overhanging potato vine. Long rusty tin shed, once
> >> stables,
> >>>>>> powdery dirt floor. Stacked, spidersome cardboard suitcases. Finding
> >>>>>> gold-tipped Black Sobranies. Flat match scrape, coughing.
> >>>>>>
> >>>>>> Full length dark brown leather coat hanging behind external laundry
> >>>> door.
> >>>>>> Framed, faded portrait of flowing-cloaked de Valera, hanging
> >> skewiff.
> >>>> Bait
> >>>>>> yabbies corralled in laundry trough overnight, crawling in wet
> >> hessian
> >>>> bags
> >>>>>> filled with pungent gum leaves. Fishing nets, hooks, corks, spread
> >> on
> >>>> back
> >>>>>> lawn, in readiness for pre-dawn getaway to Axe Creek.
> >>>>>>
> >>>>>> Groping in darkness, through hanging dresses, for hiding place of
> >> tiny
> >>>>>> glass jar full of fossicked gold specks in the back of sleep-out
> >>>> wardrobe.
> >>>>>> Grandpa's rifle.
> >>>>>>
> >>>>>> bw
> >>>>>> 30.11.17
> >>>>>>
> >>>>>> Bill
> >>>>>>
> >>>>>>
> >>>>>> On Thu, 30 Nov 2017 at 7:11 AM, Sheila Murphy <
> >>> [log in to unmask]>
> >>>>>> wrote:
> >>>>>>
> >>>>>>> Bill,
> >>>>>>>
> >>>>>>> This is very impressive. One thing that I noticed that bespeaks the
> >>>>>>> miracle
> >>>>>>> of poetry is the arrival at a rifle as the inverse of the rifle's
> >> own
> >>>>>>> function. Very chic. You cannot force such things. They are poetry.
> >>>>>>>
> >>>>>>> Bravo! Sheila
> >>>>>>>
> >>>>>>
> >>>>
> >>>> Douglas Barbour
> >>>> [log in to unmask]
> >>>> https://eclecticruckus.wordpress.com/
> >>>>
> >>>> Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations &
> >> Continuations
> >>>> 2 (UofAPress).
> >>>> Recording Dates (Rubicon Press).
> >>>> Listen. If (UofAPress):
> >>>>
> >>>>
> >>>>
> >>>> would you
> >>>>
> >>>> care to be more
> >>>> precise about whatever
> >>>> it is you are
> >>>> saying, I said
> >>>>
> >>>> Bill Manhire
> >>>>
> >>>
> >>
> >>
> >>
> >> --
> >> Andrew
> >> http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
> >> Books available through Walleah Press
> >> http://walleahpress.com.au
> >>
>
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