Merci bien, Doug. Viking Press came to mind for Lynda too,
strange to say.
As to your question, let's say here and there.
Hal
On Jan 10, 2006, at 11:36 AM, Douglas Barbour wrote:
> Love it, Hal.
>
> At first I thought it might be about the Viking Press, but soon
> realized it went much further than that... (where did you find some
> of those lines?)
>
> Doug
> On 10-Jan-06, at 7:53 AM, Halvard Johnson wrote:
>
>> Vikings
>>
>> The press that stills strategy, done as well as humans
>> can do. “Very” qualifies as an adverb, even here, even
>> now. Incredible impact! That place anymore, the key
>> phrase, I swear. The whole of the instant up to something
>> different. The very next brush tempts fate, exactly.
>>
>>
>> Some figurative ashes keep us occupied until the Jello is
>> suddenly served. Building backwards, from the top down,
>> as they say, serves us better if we can stop just short of
>> the ground. Home things: heavy-lidded. Deep-storage rare.
>> They were such a handsome family. Scene Two.
>>
>>
>> Delicious raiders that they were, the Vikings pillaged
>> excessively, but without destroying the chickens that
>> laid, so to speak, their golden eggs. Private lists give
>> the dates of their incursions, their swift strikes against
>> unsuspecting, though not necessarily innocent, farmers.
>>
>>
>> After all, he is from Barcelona. I find that extraordinary.
>> High-pressure paragraphs floated in the blue, near vertical
>> evening. The festivities ended abruptly amid calamities
>> and mild indifferences. Grandma is useless because there’s
>> nothing to say. If I say I am reading, I am reading and that
>>
>>
>> is that. To speak bluntly, I found him overly deferential.
>> Walking the footpaths along the cliffs, waiting for the fog
>> to roll in, lift, roll in again. Crows in the far field. Crows
>> in the near field. Autumn driving down the road in her
>> shiny new limosine. Do translate this, word for word.
>>
>>
>> Nuts and bolts, I’d like to explain them, but dare not.
>> About thirty, she thought. O, her raddled memory.
>> Doors, fumes, sky. Which of us hasn’t dreamt of a Goo-
>> Gone of the spirit? A strategic one of benign neglect.
Halvard Johnson
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