Hi Christina,
(with all the bustle and banter about battles, blush and bair, it was canny
to keep clicking and reading and then return to your poem).
It reminds me a little of the RD Lang book, Knots, which came out in a
Penguin edition in the late 60s (I think) and I was never sure if it
belonged on my poetry shelf or my psychology shelf...
Perhaps I'm not too awake right now... but I like the confusingness of the
statements your poem makes as it draws me beyond the point of following
what's going on... but it feels as if it all makes sense - and isn't life
like that (well, I think it is...) (big yawn). (g'nite)
(Oh, a last comment - because that's what doorways are for in life - )I'd be
interested to discover if you'd change any of it if the word "his" was
replaced by "her"?
Bob
>From: Christina Fletcher <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: New sub: Friends
>Date: Sat, 15 Feb 2003 20:01:52 EST
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> Friends
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> This has nothing to do with expensive toys:
> it's a moral issue: enemy's enemies are friends.
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> My friend taught his enemy how to play
> when he was his friend
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> but then his friend's enemy became his friend
> because he was another enemy's enemy.
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> Now that enemy is (almost) a friend
> but both my friend's former friends are his enemies
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> and by a quirk of logic, neither is his friend
> although they're each other's enemies.
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> My friend says I'll be his enemy
> if I'm not his enemy's enemy.
>
> Who dares to argue with my friend?
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> christina fletcher
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