The main is in pretentious yuppiedom in old willy town (willy, BTW is simply
an abbrieviation of Williamstown, nothing more than that). It's interesting
that this little piece unconsciously drew on a number of strands - the
literal state of the beach and water, and a personal sense of grievance at
events involving myself that currently occur there, but in addition the
superficiality of a newly gentrified part of the city recognised by some
that know the place, but don't know my personal connection. Anyway, horse
doovers will have to do Terri, I have no more energy for the place.
Cheers,
Frank
The Tales of Faust poetry page can be found at:
http://www.hotkey.net.au/~flp/F_index.htm
>tell me more about williamstown, Frank, I need to know why it is so
>pretentious - this poem feels like a hors d'oevre and coffee - where's the
>main?
>
>Terri )O(
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