Robin Stretterhawl?! It's more Bawl than Bawr when I can't get to sleep. Hopkins liked soldiers too, did he not, and Marx-Engels saw the soldiery as the natural allies of the proletariat, and the con-sta-bules as their natural Henemies, bring on the People's Army, AEH, GMH. In the meantime we have: 'those years and years by without event/that in Majorca Alfonso swept the floor' and Valerie & Tom have sacked Little Dorrit for not showing respect to those upstairs altho' servants are useful for providing dialogue about dentures. david ----- Original Message ----- From: "Robin Hamilton" <[log in to unmask]> To: <[log in to unmask]> Sent: Tuesday, April 04, 2000 2:40 PM Subject: Re: An Objection to Poetry Review > From: "david bircumshaw" <[log in to unmask]> > > > Because it does not Do the Police in Different Voices. > > Even Little Dorrit once had to sweep the streets. > > > At which point I am beset by strange visions of a toga-clad A.E.Housman > > fainting in the arms of a burly village constable > > ... to be precise, AEH was turned on by soldiers, not uniforms. In his > poems, prolly the village constables were extras in the script of "They're > hanging men in Ireland ..." > > > to the accompaniment of a > > slurred and geological disaster voice-over by an amphetamine-high > > crease-face Auden, allegro molto, ('CUT' shouts the Director) while > > F.R.Leavis marches off with a Shropshire Lad to meet the Great Tradition > in > > the trenches, 'Q' enthuses over his bristles, > > Damn it, it was HOUSEMAN'S bristles, not Q's -- though they were surely > members of the same club. > > > loudly to the waves, Peter > > Forbes steals James Frazer's armchair at the club and an unobserved Edwin > > Morgan orbits faintly among the satellites and debri to come. > > Stretterbawl! It must be getting late. > > Bawr! Bawr! > > RH > > > %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%