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I also had Mens Supports, Jock Strap ... Andrew On 16/11/2007, Roger Day <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > Yes, I do like this poem. An evocation of a fan's love affair, a > complexity of music and almost ryhmes. > > Amongst my gmail ads are: > > Shapely Figures Lingeries > Rugby Shorts > > Roger > On Nov 15, 2007 11:32 PM, Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > > Ah, something refreshingly different! Is it about someone's cat or about a > > tennis player or somesuch? Or both? Or something else? (I'm not actually > > asking, you realise.) > > > > And yes, 'divaned', a great new verb (whatever it means). > > In that line I think it should be "the mood", not "mood". In this poem > > leaving out the "the" seems either pretentious, or a mistake. > > > > You should see the ads Google Mail puts next to this: > > Buy Compression Shorts > > "Secret Cure For Gout" > > Silk & Cotton Shawls > > Hip Knitting Patterns > > Assos Clothing > > swrve cycling > > Silk Road Trip Sep 2007 > > Assos on Sale > > Does anyone know what Assos are? I hate to think > > > > Janet > > > > On 16/11/2007, Sheila Murphy <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > > > > > > > > Lorraine, you know Lorraine, > > > she dives onto the woodsmooth platter of a floor, > > > she makes it hers, she is the one > > > whom the announcers shore up > > > into monologic plaintext > > > sometimes when the simmer of the shortlist dims > > > and skeins of nothing happen > > > until there must be something to be said > > > again about Lorraine. you know Lorraine. > > > she's shadowy, endowed, imported, > > > and a minced invasion all her own > > > of everything she has and is and will be > > > in our eyes. our eyes are fastened on Lorraine. > > > and any day now even rain will not be dulled beneath > > > the glimmer of Lorraine. > > > she makes the sport worth watching hatching mid-syllabic. > > > if I were to have invented music > > > I would have done it with the blessing of > > > Lorraine's mezzo sop. I would have turned tunetables > > > up to snuff. I would have watched her paint invisibly > > > yet visibly that hoped for floor. > > > I would have divaned out of mood I'm in right now > > > to watch and listen to her squeak percussion > > > do its magic on the skittery longwide floor. > > > the crowd would be a squealing spree for her. > > > and I would document the score the score > > > the warbling mint noise of the core > > > of what plays into this. > > > the shoreline of the sport. > > > the whole palatial spree of inner court. > > > > > > sheila e. murphy > > > > > > > > > > > -- > > Janet Jackson > > [log in to unmask] > > www.proximity.webhop.net > > www.myspace.com/poetjj > > > > > > -- > My Stuff: http://www.badstep.net/ > "In peace, sons bury their fathers. In war, fathers bury their sons." > Roman Proverb > -- Andrew http://hispirits.blogspot.com/ http://www.inblogs.net/hispirits http://www.flickr.com/photos/aburke/