Dear Dormouse,
Whassat Jimmie, yew obsessin
ower summat eesoterrik
Niver happen, but.
Da Bear.
----- Original Message -----
From: "Robin Hamilton" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Saturday, January 12, 2008 4:49 PM
Subject: Re: SnapThot for the Day
>> sorry, Robin, I don't understand this.
>>
>> (dense?) Janet
>>
>>> Looktit this way --
>>> could be worse,
>>> could be a paper tissue but.
>
> There not really much to it Janet (which may be the problem). An attempt to
> do what Tom Leonard was doing better in Six Glasgow Poems, part of which
> involved repeating cliches, and part of which was the question of just *how
> to transcribe.
>
> (Peter Cudmore has had the sad experience of subediting poets who refuse to
> use apostrophes, one of the signs [along with a seeming inability to
> articulate the term "dialect"] of veterans of the Glasgow Language Wars in
> the sixties.)
>
> I had somewhere in mind the lines in one of Tom's poems, "Nae use gaun roon
> like a hauf shut knife."
>
> Also may be influenced by my currently obsessing over how to distinguish
> urban from rural cant in English writing in the sixteenth century, and
> attempting to unpick the lexicography of Gilbert Walker's _Manifest
> Deceptions of Diceplay_, which is a really sad thing to do.
>
> Here's another version of the glasgow haiku (which may be worse still):
>
> Think you git problems son?
> naethin mair useless
> than a used paper hankie.
>
> Robin
>
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