i remember first stumbling across the buffalo list a yr ago and copping on
that this was the mother of the langpo baby and our leader B of the clever
funny intelligence who kicked it all of.


I went right back to the beginning of it and it another piece of the jigsaw
puzzling into a pattern, and what struck me was the high quality of chat,
even though the numbers were chuck b and a few of the aul gang.

people whose name i had heard but read little of, it was like meeting them
devoid of any poet persona mask, as back then it was all new.

keith tuama, alice the muse and living lore vassel, and the daddy of them
all, Bob, sadly no longer with us, but reading them, though it took me seven
yrs to stumble across 'em, i learnt a lot.


The main essay was chucks early one he delivered as a paper at some po-mo
con and really, was spot on with all his prophecy about the way the net wld
go two way and no longer the hieratic address with no chance of us plebs
having a go at gobbing off ourselves.

And following the development was just as instructive as after a while a
young buck came in trying to do chuck, and by this time it was a few yrs
down the line and i saw the deal by then. chuck and the chaps who were the
pioneers, had done it all themselves and the more cut throat versifiers and
critics who go for the sneer and slag, took over a bit, and now that's
default for many, apart from the real lovers, like alice and Bob, chuck and
the gang, the natural born langpo'ers with inordinate amount of intelligence
married to imagination, the one in ten, the 2 percent, they who find their
own unique path into the well of letters, in irish tradition, Segias well,
at sidhe nechtan, the source of the boyne river surrounded by (nine) hazel
trees and which Boann the river goddess, caused to erupt and make the boyne,
after walking round it counter clockwise, against the solar order which ogam
mirrors of the nicks along the druim -- edge -- of the staves in rock and
yew, some say.


The order was left, right, athwart and centre, clockwise and the letters -
20 - placed according to their phonetic quantity, blfsn first, a o u e i
final and each letter with two kennings (three by med times) and so 60
totally unknown tricks to play creatively with as the kennings are pure
poetry - lustre of the eye, grey withered foot, all sorts, so one letter can
have a whole thesis written on it, and well, elitist s/he aint, as the
strength of this list is the chat ebbs and flows, and really, publishing
here or ion the new yorker, what's the difference but one of beleif?

If i got an e mail from my aul master Bob S, winding me up, pretending he
was paul in NY asking me to write summat, i wld do so under the belief i was
getting in the top gaffe, and what is poetic faith but beleif in fictions we
make, from the trad -- on coimhe, or mickey mouse cartoon lore, it don't
matter what myth system we use, as long as it works, and hopefully makes us
more human and, unlike the scrappers slagging for the green eyed buck
rutting, for love of self, to say, good on yer, thumbs up, join the
congregation, as long as you do not rant as though there's no humanity,
swear minimally, do not be like them effer millionaire cooks, boredom
ranmsey, hells kitchen, let me strip you of all confidence oppos, stor the
cuisle heartbeat and sing of gra agus siochainn..