Saw the Dylan biog last not - not exactly critical of the Bobster was
it? - still, I enjoyed it. Particularly the scenes where he's being
booed for going electric and that awkward rendition of "Blowing In The
Wind" at Newport, along with Peter Paul & Mary et al.
Surprises were the manufacturing of PPM (which probably shouldn't have
been) and the sheer number of artists, black and white, who were
folk-singers, or who jumped on the bandwagon (Trini Lopez?). Notably
most of the people in control were white. Ol Woody was good value, not
so sure about Pete Seeger.
A poem, sans punctuation for the punctionless prophet of Raynes Park:
The pleiades are down the moon is spent
traffic is quiet its 3am
I am alone
I come from a long line of shipwrights. What sort of boat do you want?
I see a nice clinker-built job, plain black, with silver rowlocks.
Doesn't VB want to share your pyre? Be disappointed if he didn't.
Roger
PS A talking cat usually means either you or the cat should lay off
the drugs for a bit.
On 9/27/05, Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Robbo de H -----------Dear Leveller old digger (callow youth you!)hope o
> levels going well
> Robin The next box I get will probably be over six foot long with nice
> handles not an ariel(mountain gazelle?)0oops (but could be nice)on to be
> launched aflame on my long boat down the Thames
> Keep your pwas?paws off my bus pass I have left it to my son
> VB says he has got your mark and which direction is north -
> Greets last post P
> Ps if you see in the next few days a seven foot high one and a half eared
> cat -DO NOT LET HIM IN (sorry about capitals there but this is an emergency)
> PPS I saw No direction home young Bob D commenting on it all ----it was
> fantastic!!!!(before all those airheads here start pooh poohing it!saw he
> wrote without punctuation (actually we don't have that bane here in Raynes
> Park
> Is this all to do with boring old poetry
> Better stick a poem in to be on the safe side
>
> BIG JOKE
>
> joke!
> it was a
> big joke
> big giggle
> he laughingly
> incantated
> warbled yodelled
> in high falsetto from
> the old musty book
> 'speles of summoninge'
>
> all
>
> all they found
> were his burnt out trainers
> and some dragonlike footprints
> in the splattered grilled blood
> and a very charred book.
>
>
> pmcmanus n675
> for robin
>
>
>
> re from robbo's attempt at writing
> So sign up for Freeserve -- you could always trade-in yir buz pazz for a
> one-Orff box'n'ariel.
>
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