ah, doug,
perhaps you can dream up a way to access that great laptop...
now that would be creative.
Max
(my sequel will cover my very recent night in Emergency - 'false alarm'.)
Quoting Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]>:
> a delight mas: havent we all been there?
>
> & it's surely to be found somewhere in that great laptop in the sky...
>
> doug
> Quoting "Max Richards" <[log in to unmask]>:
>
> > Creative Delirium
> > (To Marilyn)
> >
> > The bookshop café is gone
> > (I've just been back to check)
> > where we once sat down
> > with books, drinks and snack,
> >
> > and my head began
> > to swim, strange pain
> > from toe to neck set in.
> > It will pass, I thought.
> >
> > You thought not -
> > soon we checked in
> > at Emergency, Epworth.
> > On the trolley, supine,
> >
> > my tests began
> > while I blanked out
> > or raved deliriously.
> > They treated me
> >
> > for septicaemia.
> > That¹s what killed
> > Rupert Brooke en route
> > to Gallipoli, I recalled.
> >
> > He died not of a Turkish bullet
> > but a bad mosquito bite.
> > Antibiotics might have saved
> > him as they now did me,
> >
> > even while I raved.
> > Inspired intensely,
> > I called for - not paper
> > and pen but a laptop.
> >
> > It came, I tapped
> > into it a brilliant poem
> > embodying the insights
> > of my delirium.
> >
> > I found afterwards
> > no trace of my verses.
> > Later you told me I'd been
> > very rude to the nurses.
> >
> > My poem! it had the fluency
> > and range of Byron,
> > the deep discovery
> > of Coleridge, Eliot on
> >
> > a happy drug, Ginsberg
> > with unginsbergian economy,
> > Shakespearean dialogue
> > eminently stage-worthy.
> > *
> > I browsed the books quietly -
> > where once was café
> > now cookbooks piled high,
> > of scant interest to me.
> >
> > Poetry? - they¹ve done away
> > with, almost - except for
> > Fitzgerald¹s Omar,
> > Kahlil Gibran and Rumi.
> >
> > I envy them they never
> > used laptops, nor ever
> > raved in hospital
> > risking ridicule.
> >
> > Nor, I trust, did Brooke.
> > But I found and bought
> > from the remainder table
> > Vaughan Williams¹ folksong book.
> >
> > I give you it, my rescuer and wife,
> > in memory of your saving my life,
> > my fal-de-ral little lady,
> > my right fol-lol-liddle-lol-le-day.
> >
> > Max Richards
> > (that episode was years ago; latest -
> > in next week's snap...)
> >
> >
>
>
>
> Douglas Barbour
> 11655 - 72 Avenue NW
> Edmonton Alberta T6G 0B9
>
> That’s not a cross look it’s a sign of life
>
> Frank O’Hara
>
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