don't call us
(no matter how inventive you are being)
L
On Mon, November 22, 2010 17:34, Frederick Pollack wrote:
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> From: "Lawrence Upton" <[log in to unmask]>
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> Sent: Monday, November 22, 2010 11:21 AM
> Subject: Re: 'In Which We Serve'
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> Now that's a fine first line
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> Last night all the leaves fell here
> with an audible thump. I knew a poem was near
> by the sinister bump it made in my withered, sere, and dispiriting clump of
> drafts. Overcome by fear, I was forced to rhyme with "dump."
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Three poems in Volume 4 Issue 1 'Peripatetica: The Poetics of Walking':
http://www.landscapeandlanguagecentre.au.com/current_journal.html
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http://www.cordite.org.au/poetry/creativecommons/poems-for-ivor-cutler-3
http://www.cordite.org.au/poetry/cc-the-remixes/the-man-who-finds-himself-amusing
"This is not a time for foolery, or compliments. It may be that both of us
are within a few minutes of death... And I, at any rate, don't propose to
die with polite insincerities in my mouth. "
C S Lewis - That Hideous Strength
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Lawrence Upton
AHRC Creative Research Fellow
Dept of Music
Goldsmiths, University of London
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