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From: "judy prince" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Saturday, September 03, 2005 1:40 PM
Subject: Re: "A Vision" w/ italics
> Well, damn it again, Fred. I've been caught in public with my stupidity
> showing. Yick!
>
> Please accept the fullest apology that poor ole Goddess Goose can muster,
> and go back and erase the stupid stuff I wrote which would be my Huge Last
> 'Graph in the former message to you. Yick yick!
>
> Now me emerged with your assumed apology-acceptance, lemme say that you
> may even have done/been/thought/writ the OPPOSITE of what I thought you
> had done/been/thought/writ! Yeeks.
>
> So I'll leave the below-space with what I NOW assume's you-speak, if only,
> p'raps, bcuz it's perfectly overwhelming and joyfully present.
>
> GrammaGoose
>
> Oh, and thanks, Fred, for not interrupting our chatting about your poem.
> In fact, I never wanna hear from you again, you've embarrassed me so.
> (just kidding)
>
>
>
Nonsense, Judy; I was very moved by your calling me, or my "poetic force,"
"a fallen angel who clings to his iron anchor, refusing to rise." Any poet
would be flattered by such a description.
On the other hand, I think (all too often) of an aphorism by Stanislaw Jerzy
Lec: "Any stink that fights a ventilator thinks it's Don Quixote."
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