> Hello Helen,
              This is an amusing read .... for anyone who is not a male in pinstripe who frequents Balls wine bar. Your topic reminds me of a comment I read very recently in a Finnish newspaper that pubs in the City have introduced a ban on anyone wearing a business suit because their behaviour is so often so boorish when they´ve had a few. I´m not quite sure how far you want me to smile and how far to be angry. There is some angry language in here, but I can´t take these figures seriously enough to feel anger about them. It sort of leaves me wondering what `she´ is doing there, though, if she dislikes the company so much. And that slightly undermines the ending. If she´s serious about a man with a hard interior (blimey!) whatever that means exactly, why isn´t she looking elsewhere for him? - at a poetry reading for instance. My favourite line in the poem is line 2, which is an exact description and speaks volumes IMHO.



Best wishes,   Mike




> Lähettäjä: Sally Evans <[log in to unmask]>
> Päiväys: 2003/10/19 su AM 10:54:55 GMT+03:00
> Vastaanottaja: [log in to unmask]
> Aihe: Re: New Sub: Not Her Type
> 
> Dear Helen,
> 
> super except for the first phrase, which seems ot me like a a cliche and
> possibly crept in when you started writing it. f you can get rid of bottoms
> out of that line while you are about it, there won't be an echo to arse,
> which itself works well in its place.
> Good writing!
> bw
> SallyE
> 
> on 19/10/03 8:09 am, Helen Clare at [log in to unmask] wrote:
> 
> > Not Her Type
> >
> > Overgrown school boys, their bottoms plumping
> > pin-stripe, their side partings unconvincing.
> > She's met a few at Balls brothers (which it seems
> > is not like Yates' Wine Lodge after all).
> >
> > They speak in 'we's and of collateral
> > and names, they order wine without checking
> > the list, then fill her glass.  And she in tight jeans
> > and cleavage and smoking too much.
> >
> > Rarely are they inclined to consider
> > that capitalism is a dog biting its own arse,
> > or that a nation at war holds its breath
> > because it is trying to stop its soul escaping
> >
> > - they push on with their project. Sex, after all
> > is not a metaphor. Nothing is piggy-backed
> > on their desire for a woman so unlike their wives
> > or sisters. She finds she cannot touch them.
> >
> > Their surfaces are like egg shell. As babies
> > they had no fontanelles. Its a small thing
> > she asks for. A man she can dig her thumb into
> > and still be holding something solid.
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
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