The Is have it. Andrew (From the First Lines ?)
On 10 February 2011 06:58, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> so many 'I's in that dark, Jill; all together now...
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> Doug
> On 2011-02-08, at 11:50 PM, [log in to unmask] wrote:
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> > I am, I am a little, I am a parcel, I am yet
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> > I bought a dollar I caught this morning, I couldn’t do it again
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> > I dreamed this mortal, I grew up bent
> >
> > I had a picture, I hear a river, I like a ship in storms
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> > I put your leaves aside, I remember the clumsy
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> > I saw the spiders, I struck the board
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> > I that have been, I, too
> >
> > I wrote in the dark
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> >
> > 9 Feb, Adelaide afternoon
> >
> >
> > ________________________
> > Jill Jones
> >
> > www.jilljones.com.au
> >
>
> Douglas Barbour
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> Language has unmistakably made plain that memory is not an instrument for
> exploring the past but its theater. It is the medium of past experience,
> just as the earth is the medium in which dead cities lie buried.
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> Walter Benjamin
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--
Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
'Mother Waits for Father Late' republished available at
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