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yes, a hard wind blowing, Jill. cutting... Doug On 2011-02-02, at 3:16 PM, [log in to unmask] wrote: > wave height tough hours > the unexplainable hunkering down > hard to settle them in cupboard surge > > windward surfaces not be complacent > propped up in the food court > local radio cost of bananas > > bugger debris kiss yasi > the pub is solid > lost coast cassowaries cane > > ________________________ > Jill Jones > > www.jilljones.com.au > Douglas Barbour [log in to unmask] http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/ http://eclecticruckus.wordpress.com/ Latest books: Continuations (with Sheila E Murphy) http://www.uap.ualberta.ca/UAP.asp?LID=41&bookID=664 Wednesdays' http://abovegroundpress.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-from-aboveground-press_10.html Language has unmistakably made plain that memory is not an instrument for exploring the past but its theater. It is the medium of past experience, just as the earth is the medium in which dead cities lie buried. Walter Benjamin