I like your poem, Martin, the texture of it, the many "r's" the most common letter
in German "Russian Rilkean" Roger Roger" and within the words too, and the way
it jams as it goes so that
>where is she when you really need him
>counting the haws and kicking against the pricks
>a debile crooner or a punkah stare
has a kind of loopy jazz to it, and that question, where is she when you really
need him and the German included in the last line are so sharpen the focus, so
thanks,
best,
Rebecca
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>Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2005 23:37:14 +0100
>From: MJ Walker <[log in to unmask]>
>Subject: me trying it on
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>Russian fiddle dances on the piano concertina
>all that chartered grace amidships roiling
>through the dirty print dresses of another era
>sobersides sarabande's carapace comes to pieces
>apace as though a Rilkean as though were pertinent
>Roger Roger I give unbounded credit to
>I've never known one personally
>I always wanted a friend called Roger
>forget the connotations and reel the yearbooks in
>where is she when you really need him
>counting the haws and kicking against the pricks
>a debile crooner or a punkah stare august
>sobbing in starlight by the brackish brook
>any Mann oder Weib whose name is Roger
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