& thus unable to complete whatever might be said. Also liked the way
the
logic of the thing emerged, Hal.
Doug
On 29-Oct-07, at 7:12 AM, Halvard Johnson wrote:
> Sonnet: Turkmenian Nights
>
> Using grammar to manipulate his xenophobic readers,
> he sealed the borders. Long plane flights and jet lag,
> both things of the past. Road warriors morph into arm-
>
> chair travelers visiting countries no one has ever written
> about. Awkwardness, a constant throughout the book,
> sadly only an average book in a genre of which it is
>
> the only member. England’s designs replaced by those
> of Russia. Permafrost nearly done for. Polar bears, same.
> Wolves in Poland moving south for the winter. Later
>
> than ever before. Diplo-wonks at a loss for words.
>
>
>
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> Hal
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