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I derived much pleasure from your poems, David, some of which I'd read before at your sites. I especially enjoyed <The Madness of King David> (you seem to have a thing about days of the week, like you are Prince Hamlet "every other Tuesday" and here Wednesdays and Thursdays figure largely: I'm now going to watch your work for the others!), <Wants Happen Amulet> (just love that neo-Jacobean mystery) and the hilarious <Ghost Machine...> (more please!!!). I wish you or Alison had included <Disjecta Membra> too, but then everyone is free to discover personal favourites on the website(s). I feel that if you develop that strain of wild humour you may well become the Intelligent Person's Wendy Cope (if you harbour such ambitions: see your mail on subject). I forgot to mention <Still Life>, the delicacy of which rather belies your self-ascription of 'loudness', but certainly answers to your striking phrase 'like feathers on the tongue'. I wonder if many of us on the list can hear that 'Brummie' accent, actually, when reading your work ~ I certainly don't, but living here in Germany for so long I've rather lost touch with that class-bound feeling for accent: I just hear the individual sound when I listen (just by chance, I heard someone from Birmingham speaking on tv the other day, a model of clarity & music); when I read for myself I tend to make interior experiments with vowels etc. 'soi-distant' is very witty with reference to Eliot. 'Uncouth'! I'll drink to that! Couth can cod off. Best Martin