>Re We:
>
>I told you that woman was crazy, didn't I?
>
>In re the booklet containing your poem, it is about finished and looks
>sharp. When they're done they'll send it along to you.
>
>Thanx again for permission to read it. I'm sure it will be a smash.
>
>Chris Hayden
>
>>Erminia
>>Please don't discount the fact that some poets like to write about the
>>collective as shared experiences/friendship/variations of point of view.
>>
Possibly meant to go bc?
Here we are dicsovering, once again, that 'tone' just doesn't make it
through the ether. I, too, would like some more explanation from Erminia,
as to the reasons for her dismissal of 'we', but I thought she was making a
somewhat arch ironic joke in her first post, & laughed, & forgot about it
-- till others started responding.
On the other hand, I rather liked the light humour of the poem about
turning into 'we' -- although it could be read, *could be*, as just a tad
ironic about the losses implied, &, from what the original post requesting
poems suggested, therefor not really quite the right poem to read to that
audience. Perhaps. At least for this reader.
Eh?
Douglas Barbour
Department of English
University of Alberta
Edmonton Alberta Canada T6G 2E5
(h) [780] 436 3320 (b) [780] 492 0521
http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/dbhome.htm
The forest is the perpetual, internal twilight
of dream. I am the fisher king of my
unconscious.
Christopher Dewdney
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