A fortune cookie whose shell is also made of words?
At 02:49 PM 7/27/2000 +0100, you wrote:
>They dont like me talking about this on the `british-poets' list
>but with JK's invitation I thought I would sum up for me what
>makes a poem. To me it is a `packet of information which unwraps
>itself upon the tongue'. Words for the sake of words are a bit of
>a dead end. I need emotional sustenance. Particularly in the shape
>of a story. That about sums it up, but all rules are there to be broken.
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