Russell Bradon was the authur . Searle illustrated his book
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Sent: Tuesday, January 08, 2002 7:31 PM
Subject: Re: New sub:Old Hurts


> Arthur,
>   Years ago I was reading a book about someone's WW2 experiences. He ended
> up in a Japanese POW camp. One of the other inmates was Ronald Searle, who
> drew the St. Trinian's cartoons, among others. He recalls the artist
> endlessly sketching on precious pieces of paper, then scrunching them up
in
> frustration, muttering "Too many lines, too many lines."
>  And yes, I miss the music in a lot of modern poetry.
> Kind regards.
> grasshopper
>
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> From: "Arthur" <[log in to unmask]>
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> Sent: Tuesday, January 08, 2002 6:25 PM
> Subject: Re: New sub:Old Hurts
>
>
> > I agree with you here, Insect, and my response to minimalism is that
> carried
> > to its extreme we are left with no words at all. Perhaps that is a
thought
> > to toy with. But like everything else I have learned through this and
> other
> > sites it is a thought to hold in your head when writing, the "ing"
thing,
> > the cliche, the show not tell, they are all valid points but at the end
I
> > hear what they say , the criteria becomes part of my craft and I still
> write
> > my way, sometimes it is improved by the thought, the guard , being
there,
> > but musicality that , to me, is the essence of poetry.
> > Which reminds me of a scene in " Amadeus" when the Emperor tells Mozart
"
> > Too many notes! Just get rid of a few, there's a good fellow." Mozart,
> > exasperated, asks "How can there be too many notes there are as many as
I
> > need not more not less........enough". Or words to that effect, it is a
> > while since I saw the film.
> > ----- Original Message -----
> > From: "grasshopper" <[log in to unmask]>
> > To: <[log in to unmask]>
> > Sent: Tuesday, January 08, 2002 5:41 PM
> > Subject: Re: New sub:Old Hurts
> >
> >
> > > Dear Cara,
> > >       Another interesting read. You often write these subtle
> explorations
> > of
> > > relationships.
> > >  I would suggest that it's 'amazed by the way', not 'at the way'
> > >                    I'm piggybacking on Gary's comments, with
apologies,
> > > because I disagree with his belief that if you can possibly cut a word
> out
> > > off the poem, cut it. This, to me, ignores the music of words.For
> > instance,
> > > he suspected that the innocent glass..
> > > he suspected the innocent glass... to me, the first sounds right, the
> > second
> > > sounds clipped.
> > >  Also the definite article often adds weight to a noun, grounding it
in
> > the
> > > context of the poem, so I see no reason automatically to delete the
> > definite
> > > articles.
> > >                   We aren't composing telegrams where we have to pay
for
> > > each word, so I don't know where this fervour to chop chop comes from,
> but
> > > my heart and ear tell me that cuts are often being suggested without
> good
> > > reason.
> > >  I'm sure you disagree with me, Gary, so please come back at me about
it
> > if
> > > you wish.
> > > Kind regards,
> > > grasshopper
> > >
> > > ----- Original Message -----
> > > From: "garydawg" <[log in to unmask]>
> > > To: <[log in to unmask]>
> > > Sent: Tuesday, January 08, 2002 3:44 PM
> > > Subject: Re: New sub:Old Hurts
> > >
> > >
> > > > Cara, reads well though I would drop a couple of words and do not
like
> > the
> > > > lone jar.
> > > >
> > > > Thanks.
> > > >
> > > > Gary
> > > Another ineteresting >
> > > > He was always amazed
> > > >          at the way she picked
> > > >          the frayed edges
> > > >          of relationships.
> > > >
> > > >          Then kept the multi-coloured (no then)
> > > >          ends of threads
> > > >          in a translucent
> > > >          jar. (too short)
> > > >
> > > >          He suspected
> > > >          that the innocent glass (no that)
> > > >          played tricks upon
> > > >          her perceptions.
> > > >
> > > >          When she stayed up at night,
> > > >          he imagined,
> > > >          she spilled
> > > >          the coloured strands (no the)
> > > >
> > > >          over the drab table-cloth;
> > > >          tried to re-weave them
> > > >          into patterns
> > > >          that would have pleased.
> > > >
> > > >          He could track the tears (no the)
> > > >          on her cheeks
> > > >          once she had climbed
> > > >          the heavy stairs
> > > >
> > > >          to join him. (fine end)
> > > >
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> > > >
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> > > >
> > > > Poets for Peace.  ¡Poemas sí, balas no!
> > > >
> >