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Yikes! point by point: 1: Hello. 2: your name is not silly apron or cake-baker; nor is my own power-tool drooler, scopophic every-grunt of a Murdoch Sun man - like the rest of your clique. 3: Interesting quote from Ecclesiastes: "For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow". This concurs with the principle of poetry found in Amergin's prose-poem, and creates half the ingrediant: Alison; the only prose-poem, in his entire three poem oeuvre, and one translated into English first only thre decades ago; 1979. 4: The other ingrediant, or rather, four subsets of the one Joy (which offset the four subsets of the one Sorrow) is defined in the text known as: Cauldrons of Poesy; the hundred line prose-poem. 4: Do you know Amergin's nine line Birth of Song I am the sun the wind the moon I am a star behind the curtain I am a seven tined soporific bore, I am the gear and in wheelie bins I am a metrical necessity: cúisle croí; the one you are concerned with? 5: It's one of the three earliest Old Irish poetry texts, attributed to Amergin, who spontenously composed - teinm laédadan; as befitting a Druid in those days; a short poem no one's yet cracked; whom Bob Graves was the last member of your guild mad enough to dare try. 4: I read your essay and thought of four Images - punctuating a piece of writing - that effortlessly drew in this reader, certainly myself; reading it - after one had dumped a pathetically juvenile pile of wangst as one's immediate response to your own - before I read it: one was struck how four images of puncuation divide your assay into Sorrow, as a poetic ... pyscho-drama ... ? 5: Dunno? 6: neologistic top-stream anti-sqaure bard-hoard?. 7: For this; for ignoring you and shooting off, I apologise; fully and beg you only lurve; innit Al; yeah luvvie? ~ 8: An interesting piece of prose and poem altogether; both the film (i am prepared to accept is the most poetic film ever made, in your own mind) and your response to it, as 'the most poetic movie ever'; that a professional Critic of the visual Image in poetry lark; one most widely known: There is another Critic, in the 7C Amergin prose-poem; text, which really does transmit an altogther more accessible founding script for a brave new dán. 9: Every other one of us is born with a gift of speaking song, 10: sean-nós; traditional custom, ancient way; it passes along from lip to ear and at source - is incredibly poetic innit; love? 11: seanchas - ancient lore-tale; bardic hoard. 12: Seanchaí - teller of seanchais. 13: Deasún O Suaird 14: Prepared 15: Swords' motto ~ 16: Caoimhín 17: two sages swimming 18: Ni Croggon 2 19: Al 1 20: Log Enech 21: face-price 22: weirgeld 23: honor price ~ 24: geldfine - bright kin 25: derbfine - certain kin 26: iarfine - after kin 27: indfine - end kin 28: six in our geldfine 29: 14 in our derbfine 30: 30 in our iarfine 31: 62 in your indfine Ghosts to find speaking song 33: ? 34: Everyone. 35: only two off the needed ration needed to go back to one's iarfine 36: in your indfine 37: No one 38: Goodbye 39: MFA ~ 41: Massive effin American 42: Alison Ni Croggon, Manc O Suaird, 43: wot a jolly pleasant chap one aint; but love in Letters 44: innit? 45: Luv 46: gra agus siochain 47: Jeff point by point 49)-1: What You Should Know to be a Poet 50)-2: Gary Snyder poem 51)-3: lurve innit. ~ We rest now for refreshments and a chance to catch onto ourselves and stop giving it the attic madness. Have a lovely holiday!