Thanks, Doug. That touch on screen is so 'flavourless' sometimes. I was watching a guy farting around with his photos on a long distance train journey and it just seemed (to me) that the more he fiddled, the less he would remember. But yes I take your point about the circularity of touch in my poem. Bill On Thu, Apr 11th, 2013 at 1:18 AM, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > Interesting that the poem insists these memories lack touch, Bill, & does > so through terms of such... > > Doug > On 2013-04-10, at 1:35 AM, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > > > clusters of bright blue memories > > confined, glowingly accessible > > at the caress of a forefinger - > > flickable, manipulable > > eye-seen, fixed; > > no need to grasp and clutch > > at what forms up in the re-forming mind > > > > these memories come pre-packaged, > > framed, pressed into bordered service; > > pillared temples, flushed faces, crisp leaves - > > all are accorded that smooth flat glow > > denying the rasp of textures, prick > > of pungencies, barrage of clatter and hum; > > where be sudden delights, gut rumbles? > > > > Douglas Barbour > [log in to unmask] > > http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/ > http://eclecticruckus.wordpress.com/ > > Latest books: > Continuations & Continuations 2 (with Sheila E Murphy) > http://www.uap.ualberta.ca/UAP.asp?LID=41&bookID=962 > Recording Dates > (Rubicon Press) > > Reserved books. Reserved land. Reserved flight. > And still property is theft. > > Phyllis Webb > > > > > > > > > > > > >