I have a cordial relationship with my garden gnomes but that is only since I
moved into a flat and the gnomes became metaphorical and moved to a Marianne
Moore garden. My teddy bear, however, y-clept Arnold, has had to be removed
from the whereabouts of the PC as the off-loadings over sugar upon totality
have threatened his inner equilibrium.
 My favourite gaffe-correct comes from that Wet Sunday Afternoon in the
Sticks of a poetry mag, the resoundingly entitled Poetry Nottingham
International.
 It read (c1992, mind you) " The poem attributed to Philip Larkin in the
last issue should have been to B.M.Nizditch."

david

----- Original Message -----
From: Geraldine Monk <[log in to unmask]>
To: british poets <[log in to unmask]>
Cc: british poets <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Wednesday, July 26, 2000 5:05 PM
Subject: Seriously folks


> Is it not time for Prynne addicts to form a support group?
>
> I mean seriously folks I've had a crap day.  I feel ill.  I've
> stood on the garden gnome and crushed it to smithereens.
> (accidentally). I made a stew because I was sick of eating
> salads in the rain so of course the sun shone then my prize
> pepper pot  jumped out of my hand and jumped  in the
> blasted stew  which had no garlic because I'd run out.
> Screamingly.   On top of which I've spent all day trying to
> 'catch up' with modern technology at Cris Cheek's instigation
> by not being able to get one print out of my clip art (sic) - sorry
> Cris 'clip arts' is as advanced as I can't get.  And all to make
> Bob Cobbing a tacky birthday card which he ain't going to
> get on time.  I tried to strangle the teddy bear but it remained
> unmoved with the futility of it all...
>
> So furious and thwarted I tap in the mailbase and everyone's
> talking about sugar (sic).  Horrid stuff except it converts water
> into alcohol.  But fair enough.  Let's talk about sugar.  It reminds
> my of my favourite corrected gaff on an errata slip:
>
> For sugary read surgery
> (from one of Jeff Nuttall's books)
>
> But the irk is that the only reason we're talking about sugar,
> people that ordinarily wouldn't be caught dead talking about
> sugar in public, is that Mr Prynne sanctified the word by putting
> it down on paper.  So we're not talking about sugar are we?
> We're talking about Mr Prynne.  And to be honest I'm beginning
> to develop an allergy to his name - well everybody should have
> at least one allergy I suppose.  It's beginning to depress me and bring
> me out in spots.   Nothing against the bloke whatsoever and
> nothing against his fans ( I wouldn't swop sweet John Temple
> for all the sugar and Prynnes in the world) but my point is that
> it's all become a bit overkill at the expense of the rest of the
> world.  And such a rich and varied world.  It takes all sorts. For
> better or worse.
> Oh well back to the haunted bones of Harold Monro.  Harold
> who?  Almost as good as Squire.
> All in good heart and no offence meant.
> G.
>
>
>
>



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