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From: Frederick Pollack <[log in to unmask]>
To: [log in to unmask] <[log in to unmask]>
Date: Saturday, 22 December 2001 12:44
Subject: Re: Poem
>William Fox wrote:
>>
>> a couple of months old.
>>
>> 21st
>>
>> In Eltham I ask for grass & a girl
>> says ‘You are in Eltham’.
>> ‘So I’m like the foot soldier in City Hall
>> in the movie version
>> of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles,
>> when he wants a cigarette & gets cartons
>> of regular & menthol?’
>>
>> ‘Yeah. So what are you after?’
>>
>> We grow on our acre.
>> A rock remains a cool pillow
>> you don’t have to turn over.
>> ‘That’s smooth for a ceramic bong’.
>> She runs craft classes
>> at a child care centre.
>> ‘Guess you’re used to hydroponics;
>> all the chemical fertiliser’.
>>
>> Told dad later about their in-ground pool.
>> Told him there’s green leaves for a jungle feel,
>> & he said ‘Sure!
>> Such an ecosystem takes time.’
>>
>> Next to hair of cane kelp I recited:
>> “I was much further out than you thought”.
>> Kookaburras in the boarded house
>> belly laughed a nightclub theme.
>
>
>Excellent poem. From within the jungle of (American) cities I can't
>quite grasp the environment, but that just makes it more enjoyable -
>sense of fun, things happening, just out of sight, a strange
>jungle/culture hybrid. I quite enjoyed this.
>
Thankyou, Frederick.
cheers
Will
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