I'm in Perth, a little lost between gigs, waiting for my wife who
flies in tomorrow night from another part of Oz, and feeling uneasy
writing but determined to write through it. The snap is a series of
bleeps from the uncon, struggling with the structure, out of rhythm
with myself.
Andrew
On 05/07/07, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> like the way it falls, Andrew, & then the neat little extra twist at
> the end, voodoo, indeed....
>
> Doug
> On 5-Jul-07, at 1:37 AM, andrew burke wrote:
>
> > the inbox and con-
> > tact lists peep-
> > holed by
> > all in
> >
> > sundry bodies woo-
> > ing morning
> > lit lust pre-
> > sent
> >
> > and past layers of
> > liner notes mo-
> > ving through
> > bars
> >
> > intelligent rev-
> > erance taut
> > satin on
> > thigh
> >
> > white rabbit in a
> > vegie patch no-
> > sing the voo
> > doo
> >
> > down
> >
> >
> >
> > --
> > Andrew
> > http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
> > http://www.inblogs.net/hispirits
> > http://www.flickr.com/photos/aburke/
> >
> >
> Douglas Barbour
> 11655 - 72 Avenue NW
> Edmonton Ab T6G 0B9
> (780) 436 3320
> http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/
>
> Latest book: Continuations (with Sheila E Murphy)
> http://www.uap.ualberta.ca/UAP.asp?LID=41&bookID=664
>
>
> You may allow me moments
> not monuments, I being
> content. It is little,
> but it is little enough.
>
> John Newlove
>
--
Andrew
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