Okay, with another look, I get it, but yes, on that edge…
Doug
> On Oct 19, 2017, at 12:28 PM, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> This one isn’t that silly, Dominic; it has its real demands, & you rise to them well.
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> I like the shifts, of situation, & tone.
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> I did not ‘get’ this line, the ‘the’ seems off?
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> the clouds my bathrobe and my happiness
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> But the rest moved my mind right along…
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> Doug
>> On Oct 19, 2017, at 9:32 AM, Dominic Fox <[log in to unmask] <mailto:[log in to unmask]>> wrote:
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>> Another silly formal exercise, this one with word-endings suggested by
>> Kathy Bell. Once again, it strangely self-organised into meaningfulness as
>> I wrote it.
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>> SYNAESTHESIA SESTINA
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>> In dreams there sometimes comes the taste of chocolate
>> spread out across the senses, a blue-sky
>> thinking that gluts itself on inspiration.
>> Take that for starters, and then visualise
>> if possible a citrus tang of fright
>> with creamy undertones of happiness
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>> as shampoo adverts picture happiness:
>> a lustrousness, like that of melted chocolate
>> swirling with comfort, dissipating fright,
>> as aromatic as an autumn sky.
>> It's with the tastebuds that I visualise,
>> as through the spinal nerve romps inspiration.
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>> Fresh produce is my greatest inspiration:
>> the pears and artichokes of happiness.
>> To bite down is at once to visualise,
>> through insta-filter granting hue of chocolate,
>> the softly rippled surface of the sky.
>> (I do not know why raisins taste of fright -
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>> something hard-pressed, as though the taste of fright
>> were always against the teeth of inspiration.)
>> My bare feet press against the chilly sky,
>> the clouds my bathrobe and my happiness
>> as, opening the fridge for last week's chocolate,
>> uneaten bacon makes me visualise
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>> a bristling pig who could not visualise
>> that outcome, who once oinked devoid of fright,
>> as happy in the mud as I in chocolate.
>> Bless you, dear porker, for this inspiration,
>> and for your insolent piggy happiness
>> beneath a fatty rasher-streak of sky.
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>> Deny the senses? Would you live on sky?
>> I lack the mystics' knack to visualise
>> in squalor their eternal happiness.
>> The smell of deprivation gives me fright.
>> I would much rather have for inspiration
>> A solid, hand-felt monument of chocolate.
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>> This glowering sky gives me no cause for fright
>> when I can visualise, for inspiration,
>> the earthly happiness of lovely chocolate.
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