Fair enough, Doug. The poem was suggested by my current reading of H H Richardson's The Fortunes of Richard Mahoney, where I encountered the expression 'fell into a brown study' and loved it. Kind of recognised it and challenged myself to begin a poem with the expression, even if I dos tweak it a little. Glad you liked the ending which just kind of fell out.
Max, you of course fall into desks I see this week, of any colour you like, or rather others fall into studies in whatever room of the house.
I'm wearing a brown jumper this morning. Will this affect my mood?
Bill
> On 2 Jul 2015, at 7:38 am, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> Perhaps my unsure response is exactly what you wanted this to ensure, Bill. I think the final couplet works well,but al not sure of the first…
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> Doug
>> On Jun 30, 2015, at 4:22 PM, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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>> Into a brown study
>> Herbert collapsed
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>> Jennifer had lied
>> again
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>> He hated
>> catching her out
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>> But could no more
>> stop his checking
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>> than cleanse him
>> self without soap
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>> bw
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> Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations & Continuation 2 (UofAPress).
> Recording Dates (Rubicon Press).
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> Done in by creation itself.
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> I mean the gods. Not us. Well us too.
> The gods moved into books. Who wrote the books?
> We wrote the books. In whose dream, then are we dreaming?
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> Robert Kroetsch.
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