Mairead Byrne wrote:
>I don't know. I take your point, Rebecca -- and Alison's -- about
>Mairead's poetry. There does seems to be something heartbreaking about
>it: as if she had somehow kicked down the paper wall to her personality
>and experience and stepped out into a climateless space beyond. Either
>that or she should get better jokes. Some people have been laughing by
>themselves too long. Just my two cents.
>Mairead
>
>
Well, I do not know about others but Ken enjoys Mairead's poetry. Last
February 23, his birthday, Mairead put up by the coincidence in which
Ken does not believe, a little ditty that he copied, formatted, and
printed out without her permission. Said ditty speaks directly to his life.
>
> Monday, February 23, 2004
>
> *TO CONQUER FEAR*
>
> Put a big prize on the other side of fear:
>
> Heaven
> On the other side of death
>
> Home
> On the other side of the snowstorm
>
> An address
> On the other side of this tangle of streets
>
> mairead 2/23/2004 11:34:20 PM
> <2004_02_01_maireadbyrne_archive.html#107759726088602270>
>
Yes, soppy as it may sound, Ken numbers Mairead among his teachers.
Screw ironic detachment.
Ken
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