Robin:
Thanks. As I said, you set the pace. Looks like you are serious
about pursuing concrete ironies.
Are you familiar with the concrete poems of Aram Saroyan?
Richard
>Really liked this, Richard -- follows on nicely from your two previous
>snapshots. The makings of a really interesting sequence here.
>
>Robin
>
>----- Original Message -----
>From: "Richard Dillon" <[log in to unmask]>
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>Sent: Tuesday, August 28, 2001 7:24 AM
>Subject: Re: Snapshots #3
>
>
>> You tipped your dish to receive deeper signals from a unseen source,
>> or so it seemed. The Dark was ascending. Little did we know that
>> this was your last moment of overt public power. Just at the height
>> of your presence here on earth the weakening commenced. First a
>> frieze of tan tatoos appeared atop your bald pate. Would it rather
>> have been the vermillion of endless lifefire that had manifested.
>> Not this. Not this mousey brown curling inward that hasn't stopped
>> in the hours now days that followed your final moment of greatness.
>> Tank shaped scavengers commenced their feeding at your roots, nasty
>> brutes, too. As you curl and brown out you seem to be turning into
>> the loam itself. We would have preferred that you remain formidable
>> and potent casting fierce shadow. We would have preferred that you
>> change the world around you. Short of this an explosion from within
>> and then an explosion up top with the whole fearsome shape launched
>> over the planet come crashing down in one fantastic blasted finale,
>> with many fleeing, running for their lives. This would have been
>> better than what you leave us with: A falling downward inward into
>> being eaten by mediocre terrible monsters. Not this, some other
> > fate, one worthy of the esteemed account, "Hallucination."
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