I was on Alderley Edge the other month : private roads and gated compounds
and 4 by 4s everywhere. Nice trees though:) and the lower orders still talk
in distinct accents though heaven knows where they can afford to live.
Maybe there are lo-cost holes in the grounds (whoops, wrong writer).
I also not long ago finished re-reading the big SIr G poem, ( possibly the
most sustained long poem in English - and most poets can't read it!) and
though I can see why people might lock the the Grene Chapel on to a
specific site (as does a certain novelist) I tend to suspect its an
imaginative composite, although of course as we do NOT know the poem's real
provenance it is a matter of personal hunch - I guess :)
On 4 September 2012 12:39, Dominic Fox <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Call it Jungian cosmic drama -
> animus ensnared with anima
>
> poor Tom self-spooked, self-spun
> (the lost bead glistens in the web)
>
> "children's author" remakes fiction
> into scourging abreaction
>
> what have I done with my shadow
> what has it done with me
>
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