Why, thanks, Frank, they look very pretty on the lawn -
Cheers
A
>And the Choir, imported from the Greater Victory Temple of Oakland
>just for this
>occasion, sang, "Amen!"
>
>Way to swing, St. Alison,
>Frank
>
>|-----Original Message-----
>|From: Poetryetc provides a venue for a dialogue relating to poetry and
>|poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]]On Behalf Of Alison Croggon
>|Sent: Tuesday, January 15, 2002 4:51 PM
>|To: [log in to unmask]
>|Subject: Re: Biography project
>|
>|
>|from Lives of the Saints: St Alison of Williamstown
>|
>|Alison was born by divine infarction in Douglas Parade, Williamstown,
>|the site of the great convict uprising. So indeed she blessed this
>|unhallowed place and put the memory of John Price to rights.
>|
>|At the age of one she suffered a vision of Godel's Theorem which made
>|blood run down from her eyes. She put up her hand to her face and
>|lo! the blood ceased, and the burghers of Williamstown, thinking that
>|they could now erect parking meters for the penitents who came often
>|to visit her, were much pleased and erected a simple hut near the
>|Steampacket Hotel where she could pursue her revelations.
>|
>|Henceforward she was known as the Avatar of Inconsistency and arrayed
>|herself informally in all churches, shewing herself brightly within
>|all correspondences.
>|
>|No other sign of God's purchase on her soul was evident for some
>|years, despite much prayer against her ragged appearance, for which
>|the priest, who was in league with the wizard on the hill, sought to
>|expel her from her hut. A delegation of councillors came to do the
>|deed. St Alison stood outside her hut and said, I stand before the
>|fractal scissiparity in all my subjective imparticularity, and no
>|hand but God's can perceive me. She then cut off both her breasts
>|and flung them at the councillors.
>|
>|Being greatly alarmed, they ran away. She then set her hand to her
>|bosom, and her breasts were restored, and the people greatly wondered.
>|
>|Another fact about St Alison was that she never seen to eat but of
>|milk-soaked mulberries, and she was never seen to drink but of
>|metaxa. So it was reported of her, by those who lived closely with
>|her. She spent her time henceforth in holy meditation of hydrating
>|cement slurries.
>|
>|There are many miracles told of this time. A certain one-dimensional
>|cellular automata once was breathed into her right nostril, upon
>|which she cried, God! and from her nose expelled a stream of
>|turbulent mucuous. This was so bright it illuminated all of Nelson
>|Place and Centennial Park, even down to the waterfront. At another
>|time a non-linear equation which she was coddling in a clay dish
>|climbed out and threatened her with terminal autocatalysis. At this
>|she took up a thermodynamic sandpile and cast it, singing and praying
>|the while. The astonished people saw it shrink to the size of a very
>|small cat. After that it stayed in the hut with her and helped her
>|in many of her miracles.
>|
>|Many miracles and marvels in that wise the Lord wrought for Alison.
>|So many are they that no one could tell of them all, unless her own
>|soul or an angel of God should come to declare them. However, this
>|should be enough as a sample of them.
>|
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Alison Croggon
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