Dearest Patrick, my Hero!

Indeed, I should have known that YOU, not Fred, were my agent!

Thank you for jogging me. I seem even to have forgotten my original name
which is something resembling lumpy oatmeal. Nevertheless, when your
emailed messages arise, I do recall you, VileBoris Catflap and his exciting
exterior decoration (the white plastic funnel-collar torture device), and
our many messages of devotion to Truth In Poetry as subsumed in dawn and
dusk (Fred will simply hafta clear up that little bit in his wonderful new
poem cycle).

Of course I will take your advice to become Dominic's (or is it "dickndom"
as Roger has made clear to us?) biographer. It is certainly the least I can
do for such a grandly confident person as Dom, Dom being a nearly eloquent
expositor of computer stuff that nobody except two people who are both male,
of course, give a damn about---as well as the occasional tossup of frivolous
references to geopolitics.

Simply bcuz I like Dom's Dom Dom name have I volunteered my spellingly
challenged self to be his first and only biographer.

Do not concern yourself overmuch, dearest Mouldy, about the garb that you
recommend my wearing whenever within sight of Dom. We will conduct our
affairs (strike that bcuz I don't feel like deleting it; for goodness' sake
why do I always have to edit stuff for other people when they can reason it
out for themselves?) entirely via email messaging which you know Never Leads
To Misunderstandings and produces The Whole Truth About The
Message-Exchangers.

And, Dom Dom, in particular, whose enigmatic genius, he assures us, is
ungraspable and will remain that way for as long as we try not to pay
attention to his ramblings (hey hey, Patrick, wake up, I'm talking here!) is
just the kinda guy who needs a bio written about himself.

Think of it this way, Mouldy P: bcuz Dom employs only half his brain at
any given millisplitsecond, and I employ his brain whenever I want to, the
Dombiography likely will consist of 12 pages, of which the preface, written
by me, and the introduction, written by me and signed by Dom, will, as in
the entire collection of GBShaw's plays, be proportionately greater than the
plays themselves---what's not to like about this bio job?! By the way, YOU
are the negotiator of our pay from Dom'sDominatedDominions (that's the 3-D
corporation which he elusively heads), and I am Way Confident that you'll
secure from the corp just enuff money to pay my airfare from here to there
in October. (Trust me, dude, this bio's gonna be writ real fast!)

Hence and evermore, we again and as always, AGREE COMPLETELY with one
another.

Note: As a former health and safety inspector, Patrick, do you feel that
one really needs to wear steel boots while milking or bilking sheep? And,
further, were you suggesting that I wear gloves on my nose and not on my
hands? P'raps as an in-house (mine or yours?) training for Punctuation and
Spelling, prior to our employ as Biographer and Biographer's Agent, you
could bring those items you've described for my glorious garbment.

Good nite or good morning, as you surely must be feeding VB breakfast now
and booting him out the catflap for daily exercise (yours and his both).

Your endeared one,

Judy (surely you didn't mean it when you said "goosed Gramma"! How could I
ever explain that properly to my sweet tadpole grandpups?)


----- Original Message -----
From: "Patrick McManus" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Monday, September 05, 2005 11:16 AM
Subject: Re: Email for Posterity


> Madam dear goosed gramma this is the job for you -but wear rubber gloves
> and
> clothes peg on you're your nose hands (no gloves on hands dammit!) but as
> an
> ex health and safety officer I am concerned -perhaps one of those coverall
> wet type suit jobbies and steel boots
> P the elder P
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Poetryetc provides a venue for a dialogue relating to poetry and
> poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of judy prince
> Sent: 05 September 2005 15:27
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: Re: Email for Posterity
>
> Dom:
>
> Kind of you, that.
>
> My agent insists that I confer with him before committing myself (to an
> asylum, undoubtedly).
>
> Kind regards,
>
> GrammaGoose briefly trying to remember how to spell her own name and not
> succeeding.
>
>
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Dominic Fox" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Monday, September 05, 2005 10:23 AM
> Subject: Re: Email for Posterity
>
>
> Only if you promise lots of lurid speculation.
>
> Dominic
>