Fred - terribly sorry and all that about that unfortunate, er, personage who
calls himself Joe Snitch, the illiterate creep, and possessed himself of my
laptop long enough to dispatch a message. What he meant by "unreal" I can
only guess; surreal, perhaps, or extremely imaginative, as my dear departed
mother might have said. But the psychoanalyst named Pollak is in fact a dear
friend of mine in Frankfurt, wonderful cello-player, too - I believe Joe
finds him uncanny, so to speak - thus the association in his mind. - My
apologies to Halvard also. We are leaving for the South of France tomorrow,
and I can tell you that after that Joe will not be coming. He can stay here
and sulk.
Yours
Mehlschwalbe
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But I am but a nameless sort of person
(A broken Dandy lately on my travels)
And take for rhyme, to hook my rambling verse on,
The first that Walker's Lexicon unravels
- George Gordon, Lord Byron
----- Original Message -----
From: "Frederick Pollack" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Monday, April 06, 2009 11:17 PM
Subject: Re: Dead ends
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Martin Walker" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Monday, April 06, 2009 4:42 PM
> Subject: Re: Dead ends
>
>
>> Come on Hal, you know that I know that - anyways, you're poems are so
>> over-coded, they have to be transmiting a secret message. What do you
>> think everyone thinks your doing here? And then their's that Fred
>> Pollack - even his name is suspicius (I've got a freind called Pollak
>> here and he's a psichoanalist, so you can work that one out for
>> yourself!) and his poems are, whew, like unreal. Preface, agendas, big
>> ideas, whatever. You're not fooling us, guys. There are a couple of them
>> on every list. Cant refute that, huh, buddy?
>> Joe Snitch
>>
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>
> Is "unreal" a good thing? I can't quite tell. If it is, thanks. Note:
> I'm not a psychoanalyst.
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