Thanks, Sarah, and I will look that poem up right now. I have the book on
my shelf. Glad you enjoyed.
Audrey
----- Original Message -----
From: "Sarah Peters" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Saturday, April 19, 2003 12:13 PM
Subject: Re: A poem in progress...
> Audrey:
>
> I enjoyed this poem. I love the marriage of personal memory and literary
> facts with regard to Ouija.
>
> Do you know the Ted Hughes poem entitled Ouija, from Birthday Letters. The
> first time I read it I got goose bumps.
>
> Best,
> Sarah
>
> > [Original Message]
> > From: Audrey Friedman <[log in to unmask]>
> > To: <[log in to unmask]>
> > Date: 4/18/2003 6:56:01 PM
> > Subject: A poem in progress...
> >
> > Museum of the Talking Boards
> >
> > Scrabble with an attitude, someone
> > dubbed the Ouija with its sun and moon,
> > digits and definitive answers. It could
> > simplify problems more daunting
> >
> > than relativity or the quantum theories
> > that dizzied old Albert. As a child, I pushed
> > the hard plastic hand to one side
> > or the other when I needed a neat
> >
> > equation. Does Alan G. love me? Will I pass
> > Algebra? The source of control was in my fingers
> > then. I reached for the Ouija when I couldn't force
> > the right answer from the murky core
> >
> > of the Magic 8 Ball. I hear there are stories
> > housed in the Museum of the Talking Boards,
> > tales that defy the lies my fingers told.
> > Ouija spoke the last book of Oz,
> >
> > with Baum already a year under dirt that thickly
> > crusted over his bones. Sax Rohmer asked
> > the Ouija how he'd make his fortune,
> > and penned Fu Manchu when the ivory palm
> >
> > answered C-H-I-N-A-M-A-N. Ouija,
> > with your chipped corners and faded black
> > scrawls, now you sleep undisturbed
> > near a cracked and dusty 8 Ball
> >
> > and a letterless Scrabble set on the bottom
> > shelf of the Salvation Army Thriftshop. I never
> > did master the balancing and solving
> > of those complex quadratic equations.
>
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