Definitely the 'moon', David.
But on the side of humour something I do love in that poem of hers occurs
right at the start:
' I didn't want babies I didn't like dolls I poked my fingers into their
dumb eyes and _drew measles on their faces_' Italics mine.
Which seems to manage to combine a tone of real anger at the invasion of
autonomy that a woman may experience with something rather out of St
Trinian's. Marvellous!
Best
Dave
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----- Original Message -----
From: "David Howard" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Saturday, January 19, 2002 1:50 AM
Subject: Re: Wild Honey
> Yes, all too often poetry is printed (when it's printed at all) with the
> same sensitivity that a metal roller brings to a corporate report; there
is
> little acknowledgement in the design of the poet's aesthetic - as if Guest
> was Gluck was Graham was Fisher, and none of them were worth more
attention
> than the Director of the Board's report.
>
> On which note, my flashing fingers transcribed Alison's wonderful line
> incorrectly; try: "what will your mouth do, flying like that, those two
> halves of a lost moon?" While I confess to liking the 'moth' my fingers
> originally produced I think it best to stick with the original....
>
> David Howard
>
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