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From: Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]>
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Date: Sunday, March 27, 2005 9:43 PM
Subject: Re: members poetry etc /mebyon kernow
>mebyon kernow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
sons of cornwall to you too
>'Well behaved ' god forbid (or someone similar )
i meant it well
as in comparison to the thuggish behaviour i have experienced - stuck in a
queue while maybe a dozen people i have never seen before are jostling to
purchase italian style meal solutions and making heavy weather of it; and
that was just the start - this was yesterday and it upset me as I'd spent a
quiet few hours watching water cascade over a weir - the only disturbance
came when a dog, running ahead of its mistress, came to greet me as a fellow
creature, saw I had a beard, remembered its first owner had a beard and
that first owner hit it, and so warned everyone loudly We are all about to
be hit
Dont be silly, said its mistress, telling me the story indirectly. Does this
gentleman look as though he's going to hit you? Woof! Woof!! said the dog,
woof -
a few rabbits, a duck who had just remembered it was easter weekend rushing
upstream to the caravan site for its share of bread, various half seen
mammals on the bank itself
then a peaceful train journey with a guard who said hallo, good day? it was
rather like being *in children's television as was, postperson pat,
fireperson sam, and then home to find the shire full of outsiders
i normally shop before theyve had their breakfasts and live in a never never
land by avoiding the harbour except when it's stormy, talking to the
starlings, the cat next door and relatively few others
but there i am in the co-op trying to get a basket while a mildly drunk
woman seemed to be trying to sit on the stack
and all this while the good lord was harrowing hell
my would be purchases grasped, i look at one who is tilted at 60 degrees and
facing half towards the broccoli, apparently permanently broken
who you fuckin lookin at? he asks
i wondered if he was in the queue, i explain
course he's in the f-ing queue *he explains, a little hysterically
someone shouts at him that's he's caused enough trouble, that he doesn't
need to buy cigarettes...
they shout at each other, insult each other and the shop staff and so on
anything else asks the calm salesperson
they probably wouldnt have sold me napalm anyway
>sounds awfull also I don't
like the flag(my friend sports on his car) and all those freedom fighters
and I don't speak the language whats this about golden balls sounds sexist
Me '
i think i lost that thread
>'Cornwall's flag is the flag of St Piran, patron saint of miners,
he's the patron saint of everything; i like the flag too
> and is
said to represent the triumph of good over evil.
it *is cornwall
> Cornwall also has its own
anthem, "Song of the Western Men".
No that's the title of Hawker's poem. In anthem mode it's just called
Trelawny. it's a terrible poem tho the chorus is a rousing enough tune
A couple of nights ago I was at a get together - talking about lifeboats,
well I was listening only, what do I know - and at the end someone called
Let's sing Trelawny but no one knew the verses - they sent for the woman
(nb) who makes the tea and she led
> And its own national emblem, a shield of
15 golden balls, representing the ransom raised in Cornwall for the Duke of
Cornwall, captured by the Saracens during the Crusades
probably
but that's English occupation in it?
got a Duchess now
give her to the Saracens maybe
>And it rains there P
often
you get used to it if you spend much time here
rain is good
walking the Hayle River yesterday I was struck how low it is
more rain!
anyway the real apology for my intervention should be for being smug that I
happen to be where it isnt cold
i am sorry you are cold
not just schaden whatsit, also a sign of grief I must shortly return to
Greater Concrete for a bit
L
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