Yes, I do like this poem. An evocation of a fan's love affair, a
complexity of music and almost ryhmes.
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On Nov 15, 2007 11:32 PM, Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Ah, something refreshingly different! Is it about someone's cat or about a
> tennis player or somesuch? Or both? Or something else? (I'm not actually
> asking, you realise.)
>
> And yes, 'divaned', a great new verb (whatever it means).
> In that line I think it should be "the mood", not "mood". In this poem
> leaving out the "the" seems either pretentious, or a mistake.
>
> You should see the ads Google Mail puts next to this:
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>
> Janet
>
> On 16/11/2007, Sheila Murphy <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> >
>
> > Lorraine, you know Lorraine,
> > she dives onto the woodsmooth platter of a floor,
> > she makes it hers, she is the one
> > whom the announcers shore up
> > into monologic plaintext
> > sometimes when the simmer of the shortlist dims
> > and skeins of nothing happen
> > until there must be something to be said
> > again about Lorraine. you know Lorraine.
> > she's shadowy, endowed, imported,
> > and a minced invasion all her own
> > of everything she has and is and will be
> > in our eyes. our eyes are fastened on Lorraine.
> > and any day now even rain will not be dulled beneath
> > the glimmer of Lorraine.
> > she makes the sport worth watching hatching mid-syllabic.
> > if I were to have invented music
> > I would have done it with the blessing of
> > Lorraine's mezzo sop. I would have turned tunetables
> > up to snuff. I would have watched her paint invisibly
> > yet visibly that hoped for floor.
> > I would have divaned out of mood I'm in right now
> > to watch and listen to her squeak percussion
> > do its magic on the skittery longwide floor.
> > the crowd would be a squealing spree for her.
> > and I would document the score the score
> > the warbling mint noise of the core
> > of what plays into this.
> > the shoreline of the sport.
> > the whole palatial spree of inner court.
> >
> > sheila e. murphy
> >
>
>
>
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