It's the music of what's happening, Mairead - all us chickens running around
squawking WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN and WHY DID I DECIDE TO WRITE POEMS ANYWAY
and OHMIGOD IT'S 2005 AND I'M NOT FAMOUS YET and THE SKY IS FALLING DOWN and
WHY DID I COMPOST THAT PRESTIGIOUS JOURNAL? - cacophonous and raw, for sure,
but strangely lovely - My advice is, sucking roofs gives you lip splinters,
I'm picking them out now - the advantage of chickenhood is no suckability,
it's those beaks, I never saw a chicken suck in my life. And Stephen I lost
the plot a way back, but I kind of like this whirlpool - a level spirit is
probably way beyond my chickencoop, but just hand me those forks and
thimbles and I'll softly and silently vanish away...
A
On 3/1/05 4:07 PM, "Mairead Byrne" <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> This is driving me MAD! I'm going to throw myself at the roof of a
> house and SUCK it right off!! Jeepers. I bow out of this discussion.
> I'm scared of the way it's heading.
> Mammy! Bring back the serious guys. They don't make everything
> disintegrate! they consolidate! Give me an old haw lantern or a spirit
> level and I'll gnaw at it anyway.
> Mmmm
Alison Croggon
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