Geraldine

I think there is little likelyhood of you ever quaking before anyone.

Mairead

I would certainly see concierge as aspirational from my present position on 
the list.

I like what Jimmy said, let's generate. It's supposed to be what we do best.

Art Life Poetry, Birds Flowers Trees.

I wrote a series of poems about working on farms in Essex in the days when 
it was easier to identify a working class. They were never published - the 
poems. I don't remember them but there was one line about dust and the 
boss's nark.

Never wore masks in the old days
he said
coughing up dust.
I laughed.


If i keep going I'll piece everything back together then it will all make 
sense.

Now back to that novel synopsis. Did i tell you about my novel?

Ian




>From: Geraldine Monk <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: Geraldine Monk <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: Re: Fw: Just a thought
>Date: Mon, 12 Feb 2007 13:05:46 -0000
>
>Hey Mrs Boss,
>Calling someone The Boss is a term of endearment - like Bruce Springsteen 
>is The Boss - now if I'd called you and Ian bossy or Mrs and Mrs 
>Bossy-Boots I would have been in the wrong and you would have been right to 
>dispute it.
>
>I was wrong to say 'a clamp down' that was the wrong description - I meant 
>it is not encouraged to wax lyrical about life rather poetry even though it 
>does sometimes erupts (like when we wage illegal wars or the elements wage 
>war on us little earthlings).
>
>As I don't separate poetry from life or life from poetry - it's all one 
>seamless confusion to me - I'm still inclined towards further scope but as 
>always I respect and quake before the wishes of Mr and Mrs Boss,
>
>Have fun in Heaven,
>
>G
>
>
>   ----- Original Message -----
>   From: mairead byrne
>   To: [log in to unmask]
>   Sent: Monday, February 12, 2007 11:06 AM
>   Subject: Re: Fw: Just a thought
>
>
>   Actually I'm in Roam.  No, I mean Heaven.
>   What I dispute (always have to dispute something) is the Mrs. Boss 
>angle.  I see myself more as a clerical worker in relation to this list.  
>Or a concierge.
>   Gerladine indicates a history of clamp-downs in terms of subject matter. 
>  This doesn't strike a bell with me.
>   I think each writer should strike out for herself/himself.  It may be my 
>personal ambition, as yet unachieved, to talk only in poetry.  I also 
>happen to read pretty much everything Rupert writes as poetry.  I'm kinda 
>mixed up.  Somebody mentioned Geraldine's recipes.  Well that sends a 
>frisson down my Roma.
>   Of course everyone should write as they like, as broadly or narrowly as 
>they like.
>   I don't think we need to formally declare an open or closed season.  Ian 
>mentions the creme de la creme of focussed discussion on poetics; well 
>we've been drinking skimmed milk for a while.
>   But the main thing I want to say is, I'm Mrs. Go-fer, and Mrs. Hey guys 
>be faithful to the Welcome Message.  But British & Irish Poets is very 
>polygamous; your list needs you; you could be next up for the clerical, etc 
>duties.
>   Mairead
>
>
>   On 2/12/07, ian davidson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>     When I was eighteen years old I hitch hiked to the Rome bypass, with a
>     friend called Kim. We were on our way to Greece but got lost. I slept 
>in a
>     service station, alongside the lorry that gave me a lift. That was all 
>I saw
>     of Rome then, but I did go back some years later.
>
>     When I got to Greece I lost Kim as well. She ran off with a rock band
>     because she didn't like the beach where i was staying. It was hard 
>work
>     explaining to her mother when i got back without her.
>
>     None of that has got into any of my poems yet. Although i did go back 
>to
>     Greece a few years later and wrote a poem about having a hangover in 
>the hot
>     sun. The poem was in my first ever publication, a joint one with John 
>Muckle
>     called It is Now as it Was Then. The poem was called 'It's All Greek 
>to Me',
>     and i can't remember most of it but it had the lines:
>
>     my head's a banging
>     know nothing
>     no nothing
>
>     but there might have been a fashionable olsonesque back slash
>
>     know nothing / no nothing
>
>     They were simple days when poems were much shorter and the sun was 
>cooler.
>
>     hugs
>
>     Ian
>
>
>
>     >From: Geraldine Monk < [log in to unmask]>
>     >Reply-To: Geraldine Monk <[log in to unmask]>
>     >To: [log in to unmask]
>     >Subject: Fw: Just a thought
>     >Date: Mon, 12 Feb 2007 00:47:08 -0000
>     >
>     >
>     >
>     >
>     >
>     >
>     >  & would never want to spend the time enduring a discussion about 
>where
>     >poetics end & real life begins.
>     >
>     >
>     >~mIEKAL
>     >
>     >Exactly.  Now back to where Rome is and all the roads leading to it!
>     >
>     >G.
>     >
>
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