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That sounds good to me Richard - energy as greeting, and I enjoyed reading the piece you posted - the mistake I made was that of replying before my second caffine shot of the morning, I liked the heading above so much I attached it to Robin's poem with the e-equivilent of blu-tack. I've now read your poems at anny's site, and am very, very glad I have. Dawn. In a message dated 05-Oct-03 17:11:17 GMT Daylight Time, [log in to unmask] writes: > Dawn Andrews: > > > The writer of the quotation below is Dr. Hamilton, who has an abiding > interest in all manner of street culture. His first hand experience is Scotland's. > He believes, apparently, that by dint of hyperbolic imagination he can leap > into any street on the planet, but, curiously, he does not believe in remote > viewing, among other things he doesn't believe. > > > I, R "Elemenope" Dillon, posted the Billboard Report apropos an exchange > between Lawrence Upton and Robin Hamilton in order to give them some outside > date viz what's up in the States. You know, years ago, during the height of the > Stones/Beatles/Jefferson Airplane/Hendrix era, I encountered a traveller > from Zurich, a doctor, in Boulder, Colorado, outpost of the Beat/Buddhist > revolution. > He told me that in Switzerland the most famous American pop musician was > Eddie Fisher. > > > I enjoyed your escalator poem, it answered the question about what is going > on inside the beautiful heads of certain women in posh venues - - Harrod's > (?) Bergdorf's (?) - - as mysterious and unattainable they glide past. > > > Robin Hamilton is also a publisher. His Phantom Rooster Press has already > released David Bircumshaw's latest book, _Painting Without Numbers_, and is > preparing one my myself, _Utter Dark, Utter Light_. > > > I'll take the energy of your compliments as a greeting. > > > RD > > >