Poor Dave indeed, Ken. That's a hell of a trip. The guy at the croquet party got sliced up a bit. It was not a Gatsby affair. Shorts and t-shirts but someone did rattle up a croquet set from somewhere. I dimly recall a goat being tied up somewhere in the middle of the croquet 'field'. Of the butting variety.
B
> On 19 Mar 2014, at 10:22 pm, Kenneth Wolman <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> That's not as funny as it sound. Sort of like a Gatsby part, though. My
> first serious girlfriend moved on to a guy who, several years later, froze
> to death trying to walk from NYC to Connecticut. He was somewhat under the
> influence of a combination of chemicals that began with LSD and went from
> there. Poor Dave.
>
> Ken
> old survivor of self-inflicted shit
>
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of Bill Wootton
> Sent: Wednesday, March 19, 2014 6:35 AM
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> Subject: Re: What Katy Did next
>
> Thanks, Pat, Andrew, Ken. I felt that too, Ken about the latter lines
> getting too leggy and will work on them. Katy I have not clapped eyes on for
> twenty years at least. The last time was at a mutual friend's place who was
> staging a croquet party on his extensive back lawn. It was a BYO bottle
> of spirits. Katy's new boyfriend collapsed over a table of bottles some time
> during the night. Ambulance involved.
>
> Bill
>
>>> On 19 Mar 2014, at 8:25 am, Kenneth Wolman <[log in to unmask]>
>> wrote:
>>
>> I'm concerned only by the shift to long lines after so many
>> ballad-like lines before. For the rest, it's lovely. I've had a Katy
>> or two in my life, and this makes me reminiscent.
>>
>> Ken
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