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This is a revision - you don't know what you've got till it's gone For those who are interested, "were you here" becomes "had you been here", which is what I meant ----------------------------------------------------- That green bush chord tangle is clattered by Reed International in this new format, which allows more information, but reduces the range of compositional possibilities: it makes room for so much one could do without, interesting faces imperceptible among noisome traffic & a tack inside my shoe is working its way, singing a flat note into my sole, blurring me... Had you been here, I might have taken you somewhere else! or entered this park from the north and never come to the hill top - there, you see? space seems torn apart, emptiness easy to miss it's so many reminds me of going through a weak surface on scree into cold black mud up to the thighs - there is one from Arran in one of these folders - the shock of it, the apparent impossibility of so much slime in that granite rubble till one knows more this garden and the one-way system cannot be separated; such conditions produce such growth, this monstrousness, fleshing with really big panels they have to lift by crane they're so big, squaring up to take on our complete discommunity - it'll fill with bric-a-brac to be spread by attracted bipeds in darkness, it'll gleam; each night, the birds'll chorus artificial dawn; real night, when each body slows, when brains descend depths along indiscernible dimensions to welcome peace, never comes And here, you see, there's a large philadelphus, spreading out, hanging over the new walkway, but they haven't cut it back yet; it's gorgeous - Wednesday, 29 August 2001 8:45 a.m. Sutton, Surrey, in the park near the Home Improvement Superstore under construction --------------------------------------------------- http://pages.britishlibrary.net/lawrence.upton/ http://www.crosswinds.net/~subvoicivepoetry/ http://www.crosswinds.net/~writersforum/ ---------------------------------------------------