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> ending with the unforgettably awful "mindless carnivorous ocean". To die > for. > Martin > Absolutely, Martin. That is a pure Alisonyaism. She comes out with these great lines from nowhere, or maybe from the middle of a cold or perpetual hayfever. As for Mr Pollack, well I think Ermie's put you in the right place. Best Dave David Bircumshaw Leicester, England Home Page A Chide's Alphabet Painting Without Numbers www.paintstuff.20m.com/index.htm http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/index.htm ----- Original Message ----- From: "Martin J. Walker" <[log in to unmask]> To: <[log in to unmask]> Sent: Wednesday, December 26, 2001 12:17 PM Subject: Re: More poem > It was really a benison to get up late this morning, slouch roughly to the > computer with my cuppa & discover this, Alison; it's so full of exact > feeling, so wittily wryly grieving ~ the play on general > pardon/forgetfulness in "amnesty", the cats' sinister "devotion to hygiene", > ending with the unforgettably awful "mindless carnivorous ocean". To die > for. > Martin >