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Thanks Max First to the 'village' - Sadly the shops and the ceramics are closed these days, but if anyone were to make it to Majorca, our property is the cream and French blue weatherboard cottage at the peak of the hill in town, surrounded by the remaining large trees in the town area. You are most welcome to visit; my wife's print studio is always open. It is an interesting place, if only to see what damage can be done to an environment in an inordinately short period, and of late, how drought devastates degraded land. Still... Pat is right - 'For what' needs to go (rhetorical), and I'll revisit 'marvellous'. c -----Original Message----- From: Poetryetc provides a venue for a dialogue relating to poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of Max Richards Sent: Thursday, 23 November 2006 9:05 AM To: [log in to unmask] Subject: Re: Snap - I saw this and now I too see and hear, Caleb. (but I'd tone down the word Marvellous) By the way, your address, Majorca, Victoria, Australia, continues to intrigue me. I've been to Maryborough, Maldon, etc., but had to google for this, which may help out others interested: 'The historic village of Majorca, ten minutes from Maryborough is nestled amongst the remains of gold mining heritage. It is hard to imagine the main street of Majorca bustling with goldminers and well supplied with stores of all varieties. Today a general store, the old 'Majorca Store' and ceramics at the converted Majorca Post Office provide the only commercial venues in this delightful little village. Host farm accommodation and horse riding are available and the area is well suited to cyclists. A tranquil atmosphere settles around this beautiful mural landscape, with fishing and bushwalking through the Majorca forest freely available.' best from Max Quoting Caleb Cluff <[log in to unmask]>: > I saw this > > I saw this on a glistening ridge: > two slender trees; and on the dappled sapling flesh > an insect's heart, or lung, or eye; that part which > is torn from the torturer's mind and discarded, > like the mouthful of pit from a sweet stonefruit. > > The cicada sings four songs in summer: > beckoning, seduction, distress and death. > Three songs for others, and one for... > > For what? > > How marvellous, > > To sing while you are dying. > > Majorca, Vic. > 22/11/06 > ------------------------------------------------------------ This email was sent from Netspace Webmail: http://www.netspace.net.au ============================================================================== The information contained in this email and any attachment is confidential and may contain legally privileged or copyright material. It is intended only for the use of the addressee(s). If you are not the intended recipient of this email, you are not permitted to disseminate, distribute or copy this email or any attachments. If you have received this message in error, please notify the sender immediately and delete this email from your system. The ABC does not represent or warrant that this transmission is secure or virus free. Before opening any attachment you should check for viruses. The ABC's liability is limited to resupplying any email and attachments ==============================================================================