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My favourites are the _razos_ accompanying the troubadour manuscripts (containing the first modern European vernacular poems), often incredible but full of tittle-tattle and scandal, things popular with the public then as now - you can't blame everything on late capitalism; the one on Peire Vidal inspired Pound quite a bit, of course - an early poem on the mad hunted poet and a mention in Canto iv (I think), where he rhymes, as it were, with Actaeon, another goddess-h(a)unted lunatic. The thought of a casta diva with forma divina brings me to a sad farewell to Bibi (I prefer my spelling BeaBe), whose aery and unEnglish divagations (not to mention her attachment) displayed, at the least, a talent to a(-)muse. I suspect she was John Kinsella all the time, incognito like "the old duke of dark corners" in _Measure for Measure_ or Haroun-al-Raschid, but in drag. Arrivederci - Martin %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%