Dear Roddy,
Can you smell the shekels? Handwriting's got nothing on this one, feng shui
can stop chewing the chi. Forget Horoscopy haruspication and i chingling,
forget reading the bloody books and reviewing them in intelligible
sentences, forget the hacademy the hacienda and the hOUP -- just look at the
poet's name!
This is what they've been up to for all those solemn Strummer-long years,
unable to decide between Cole Porter and Lambchop -- and now we can cash in
on the whole nominal pursuit. For a mere £50 we will interpret your name,
divining without the need for you to have written a word what poetry you
will write, what you look like and who you lookielikie, and -- important,
this -- how successful you will be -- then send the results to Waterstones
so they know who to ship in by the bucket-full.
There's (grown up) Bambi-sized bucks in this. I shall have a large
yacht-type cruiser thing, oh yes, it shall be mine.
Best,
Bill
-----Original Message-----
From: Roddy Lumsden <[log in to unmask]>
To: [log in to unmask] <[log in to unmask]>
Date: 10 April 2000 16:06
Subject: Jamie McKendrick - una nota
>Thank you Erminia. I am rather short on grace at the moment. Which
reminds
>me... when I read at the South Bank a few years back, Judith Palmer, who
>had introduced me, suggested afterwards that you can anticipate a poet's
>physical appearance by the shape of his / her name. For instance, she
said,
>Jamie McKendrick with all those 'i's and 'k's was always bound to be tall
>and slender (he is, of course, one of poetry's few pin-up boys), while
Roddy
>Lumsden, she continued, with all those 'o's and 'd's was sure to be, erm,
>um... at which point we were both rather red in the face.
>
>Roddy
>
>
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