Once again I have written it in Word and transplanted it - hence the double
spacing. Sorry about that - it is meant to be in single spacing ...
Andrew
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From: "Andrew Burke" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Wednesday, June 07, 2006 10:51 AM
Subject: snap (very drafty)
Who is it downstairs
who sorts what to put
where for the benefit
of all these pills
I'm careful to take
the right ingredients
for the correct effect
Each day we throw ourselves out
into the society in which we have landed
circumspection and laws telling us
where we fit in the mix
if we fit at all / pity those who don't
Who come up against
the twists and turns that
we take in our stride
and beat their heads
against a thin membrane
This is where thinking of
where the pills go and who sorts out what
has taken me / thoughts
that spark off each other and travel
down new avenues over old bridges
Here I am trying to channel these
words down avenues of syntax
and the phone rings and my wife wants my attention
and the cat . well, the cat can wait.
The metaphoric downstairs
is all around and must be highly organised
to orchestrate the minutes and hours of day and night
to a creative end / maybe this poem /
perhaps the blog of all your days .
Hence the concept of God
who I may call 'Downstairs'
for an uplifting moment
or Basement for its connotations
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