Yikes!
point by point:
1: Hello.
2: your name is not silly apron or cake-baker; nor is my own power-tool drooler, scopophic every-grunt of a Murdoch Sun man - like the rest of your clique.
3: Interesting quote from Ecclesiastes: "For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow".
This concurs with the principle of poetry found in Amergin's prose-poem, and creates half the ingrediant: Alison; the only prose-poem, in his entire three poem oeuvre, and one translated into English first only thre decades ago; 1979.
4: The other ingrediant, or rather, four subsets of the one Joy (which offset the four subsets of the one Sorrow) is defined in the text known as: Cauldrons of Poesy; the hundred line prose-poem.
4: Do you know Amergin's nine line Birth of Song
I am the sun the wind the moon
I am a star behind the curtain
I am a seven tined soporific bore,
I am the gear and in wheelie bins
I am a metrical necessity: cúisle
croí; the one you are concerned with?
5: It's one of the three earliest Old Irish poetry texts, attributed to Amergin, who spontenously composed - teinm laédadan; as befitting a Druid in those days; a short poem no one's yet cracked; whom Bob Graves was the last member of your guild mad enough to dare try.
4: I read your essay and thought of four Images - punctuating a piece of writing - that effortlessly drew in this reader, certainly myself; reading it - after one had dumped a pathetically juvenile pile of wangst as one's immediate response to your own - before I read it: one was struck how four images of puncuation divide your assay into Sorrow, as a poetic ... pyscho-drama ... ?
5: Dunno?
6: neologistic top-stream anti-sqaure bard-hoard?.
7: For this; for ignoring you and shooting off, I apologise; fully and beg you only lurve; innit Al; yeah luvvie?
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8: An interesting piece of prose and poem altogether; both the film (i am prepared to accept is the most poetic film ever made, in your own mind) and your response to it, as 'the most poetic movie ever'; that a professional Critic of the visual Image in poetry lark; one most widely known: There is another Critic, in the 7C Amergin prose-poem; text, which really does transmit an altogther more accessible founding script for a brave new dán.
9: Every other one of us is born with a gift of speaking song,
10: sean-nós; traditional custom, ancient way; it passes along from lip to ear and at source - is incredibly poetic innit; love?
11: seanchas - ancient lore-tale; bardic hoard.
12: Seanchaí - teller of seanchais.
13: Deasún O Suaird
14: Prepared
15: Swords' motto
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16: Caoimhín
17: two sages swimming
18: Ni Croggon 2
19: Al 1
20: Log Enech
21: face-price
22: weirgeld
23: honor price
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24: geldfine - bright kin
25: derbfine - certain kin
26: iarfine - after kin
27: indfine - end kin
28: six in our geldfine
29: 14 in our derbfine
30: 30 in our iarfine
31: 62 in your indfine
Ghosts to find speaking song
33: ?
34: Everyone.
35: only two off the needed ration needed to go back to one's iarfine
36: in your indfine
37: No one
38: Goodbye
39: MFA
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41: Massive effin American
42: Alison Ni Croggon, Manc O Suaird,
43: wot a jolly pleasant chap one aint; but love in Letters
44: innit?
45: Luv
46: gra agus siochain
47: Jeff
point by point
49)-1: What You Should Know to be a Poet
50)-2: Gary Snyder poem
51)-3: lurve
innit.
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We rest now for refreshments and a chance to catch onto ourselves and stop giving it the attic madness.
Have a lovely holiday!
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