on 4/27/03 10:41 PM, Alison Croggon at [log in to unmask] wrote:
> some rewrites occurred in the shower
Rewriting in the shower? My brother-in-law gave me this amazing pen for my
50th birthday back then, which was designed to serve weightless astronauts.
Meaning, you could write with it anywhere, whatever the temperature and
whichever position your body was in, and whichever the weight of it. I must
try it in the shower now!
> I'm not supposed to be writing poems! But is anyone?
I know I'm not! And I am! And it's like having an affair. The sweetest
affair! You must make sure your bread-winner writing doesn't find out you're
cheating! 'How sweet it is!' (to be loved by you, etc.).
Sorry about the above, I couldn't help myself. A much better poem after the
shower, anyway, Alison. I did agree with the comments made.
Best
Árni
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Árni Ibsen
Stekkjarkinn 19,
220 Hafnarfjördur,
Iceland
tel.: +354-555-3991
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http://www.centrum.is/~aibsen/
> my father's olives
> are bearing their first fruits
>
> hard green nubs
> among the speechless leaves
>
> in a century or so
> the wind will grace this grove
>
> with a scattering of silver
> footprints on darkness
>
> and who will name the man
> who planted these saplings
>
> in a rabbit-cropped paddock
> knowing more than he said
>
> when he soaked the hot dust
> so roots grew deep enough
>
> to slumber through drought
> and keep the ancient promise
>
> black and plump and bitter
> in their knotty hands
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