Very nice with fava beans and a drop of chianti, no doubt
P
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Poetryetc provides a venue for a dialogue relating to
> poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of Patrick McManus
> Sent: 18 November 2005 18:27
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> Subject: Re: Where to bury your heart
>
> Surely one's heart could be cut up into pieces have a range
> of resting places-or even milled up really fine -of course
> the scandinavian wind dried slices appeals -or salt would
> help preserve -esp if stuck onto a postcard and sent off
> ----yes definitely interesting Have good weekend my little
> one's be good kid's P jawing-tacks P the elder -----Original
> Message-----
> From: Poetryetc provides a venue for a dialogue relating to
> poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of Jon Corelis
> Sent: 18 November 2005 05:25
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> Subject: Re: Where to bury your heart
>
> This was not an uncommon custom in Europe up through the
> nineteenth century.
> Byron's heart was buried in Greece (his body when shipped to
> England was declined by Westminster Abbey.) The story that
> Shelley's heart was kept by Mary wrapped in a copy of Adonais
> sounds apocryphal; I don't have the tools here to investigate
> the question.
>
>
> As for me, I have always been attracted by the following bequeathal:
>
> "Give my feet to the footloose
> Careless, fancy free
> Give my knees to the needy
> Don't pull that stuff on me
> Hand me down my walking cane
> It's a sin to tell a lie
> Send my mouth way down south
> And kiss ... "
>
> -- John Prine
>
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