There's probably a frog in it ....
joanna
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From: "Patrick McManus" <[log in to unmask]>
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Subject: Re: Interp of the Myth of Sisyphus for Poetryetc
> Looks just like the shed on my allotment but a bit downmarket
> P :-)
>
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> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of joe green
> Sent: 17 September 2007 17:27
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> Subject: Re: Interp of the Myth of Sisyphus for Poetryetc
>
> Here's where I'm staying after I dump the rock.
>
> http://www.hooilohouse.com/?source=overture
>
> andrew burke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> I interviewed an Aussie poet once who said he liked to add a little
> 'stir'
> to his poems. This has got a nice stir about it, tempered with a little
> sugar.
>
> Andrew
>
>
> On 17/09/2007, kasper salonen wrote:
>>
>> haha. very very cool. and I don't even take the thinly veiled insult
>> as an insult! ;) good poetry always contains some phlegm &/or snot,
>> it's a sign the lymphatic system is in order. or some system
>>
>> KS
>>
>> On 17/09/2007, Judy Prince wrote:
>> > Interp of the Myth of Sisyphus for Poetryetc
>> >
>> >
>> > Note: I wanted to write a poem about anything but this myth, but the
>> muse wouldn't move.
>> >
>> > The Myth of Sisyphus was originally written by God in Greek, after
>> > which
>> other languages got in the way before it came to us in English. Many
> people
>> have translated (which means "put in their own thoughts") the myth such
>> as
>> Didacterus, Moll Strumpet and Shaksp the actor as well as Shake-speare
>> the
>> writer who doesn't exist. I'll just, to save time, summarize the myth
>> even
>> though I've never read it: Sisyphus rolls a +really big+ rock up a hill,
> it
>> rolls down and so on and so on until S gets exhausted, slips, and gets
>> squashed by the rock. Other people, though, would variously interpret the
>> myth, such as the following Poetryetc members:
>> >
>> > Halvard Johnson has already put S.I.S.Y.P.H.U.S. on a word dartboard
>> > for
>> future sonnets.
>> >
>> > Bob Marcacci snaps the rock.
>> >
>> > Anny Ballardini writes something about Italy that nobody understands.
>> >
>> > Patrick McManus created a skinny poem ending with VB lifting the rock
>> off his cat dish.
>> >
>> > Sharon Brogan, overcome by smoke and wars, falls down (gracefully)
>> > while
>> worrying about her unmade bed.
>> >
>> > Mark Weiss is in the barrio and can't be bothered.
>> >
>> > Kasper Salonen, between poetry-sneezes, notes the errors in S's
>> operandi.
>> >
>> > Candice Ward conflates everything with everything (mostly in really old
>> English).
>> >
>> > Robin Hamilton obfuscates in Celtic, Romani and Haggis, with the
>> occasional lift of a URL---and is understood only by Dominus Fox and the
>> Walker brothers, Martin and Christopher.
>> >
>> > Joanna Boulter, obsessed with the shape of the rock, is writing a
>> toccata on the evolution of mushrooms.
>> >
>> > Roger Collett mutters "Forget the rock," and gets down to something
>> useful.
>> >
>> > Roger Day (not to be confused by Roger Collett who IS Roger Day during
>> the day) leaves another town to get another degree.
>> >
>> > Judy Prince thinks that S has a persistent problem with his balls.
>> >
>> > The rock now sits, tastefully decorated, in Peter Cudmore's music room.
>> >
>> > Peter (I'm not even going to get into that whole "two Peters" thing)
>> Cicciarello visualizes the rock in a canal of rusty wordparts.
>> >
>> > Doug Barbour encourages S on each ascent and every time the damned rock
>> starts to fall downhill.
>> >
>> > Ken Wolman thinks that S is (a) his father, or (b) a deceased opera
>> singer.
>> >
>> > Jon Corelis is still scribbling words on a cocktail napkin in a Greek
>> restaurant in Oakland, CA.
>> >
>> > Douglas Clark must consult one of his cats.
>> >
>> > Andrew Burke has written four novels, umpteen plays, and
>> > eleveny-million
>> poems (some about rock) everywhere but in his own neighbourhood.
>> >
>> > Tad Richards is building a rock house in the middle of his stepfather's
>> installation (talk about Sisyphusian!).
>> >
>> > Stephen Vincent and Max Richards have put the rock on level ground and
>> taken it for a walk.
>> >
>> > Joe Green has dumped the rock into a Haleakala crater.
>> >
>> > Fred Pollack thinks he's Sisyphus.
>> >
>> > Joe Duemer has fled the country (ok, whatever country) with our
>> archives.
>> >
>> > David Bircumshaw is God and now writes in Latin rather than Greek.
>> >
>> > ---
>> > jbprince
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>
>
> --
> Andrew
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