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Dom, you should have been a 7th century Chinese poet. A >The cerebral dominance of intellection is meat and drink to me. Except when >I'm getting drunk, in which case it's drink that's drink to me. Actually, I >don't know that my cerebrum is really up to dominating anything very much. >It's certainly readily enough overpowered - again, drink comes to mind. > >I expect the dominance of anything very much is inimical to poetry - hooray >for poetry. On the other hand, I don't believe anything good can come of >switching one's brains off altogether, and have irritated scores (or fewer) >of lovers by refusing to do so when asked. > >I'd like to pretend that I make up poems by choosing a subject and then >intellectualising extremely hard about it, just to annoy everybody, but in >actual fact for me the process tends to involve The Unconscious, A State of >Peculiar Reverie (usually whilst walking to, or from, Leicester railway >station, for some reason) and quite often - I may have mentioned this >already - *alcohol*. I still love Wendy Cope's poem about policing the >unconscious of Ted Hughes, though. > >Dominic -- Alison Croggon Home page http://users.bigpond.com/acroggon/ Masthead http://au.geocities.com/masthead_2/