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	That's v interesting. (That didn't come through to my gmail. Only
just seen it.) 

	It's not the clearest meaning of poems, but as so often you read it
perceptively. I'm not saying Thatcher was in my mind or anything like.
Nevertheless...

	Ta

	L

----- Original Message -----
From: "Poetryetc: poetry and poetics" 
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Sent:Wed, 19 Jun 2013 12:16:26 -0600
Subject:Re: Domestic role play

 I was thinking Thatcher.

 And the possibility of 'an intuitive contempt darkness.'

 Doug
 On 2013-06-19, at 11:35 AM, Lawrence Upton  wrote:

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 > 
 > A mon, a woman, we're all bredren
 > 
 > L 
 > 
 > ----- Original Message -----
 > From: "Poetryetc: poetry and poetics" 
 > To:
 > Cc:
 > Sent:Wed, 19 Jun 2013 18:27:48 +0100
 > Subject:Re: Domestic role play
 > 
 > Amon!
 > 
 > -----Original Message-----
 > From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics
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 > On
 > Behalf Of Lawrence Upton
 > Sent: 19 June 2013 18:21
 > To: [log in to unmask]
 > Subject: Re: Domestic role play
 > 
 > Is that an old Egyptian graffito?
 > Ra for necrophilia
 > 
 > L
 > 
 > On 19 June 2013 18:10, Patrick McManus 
 > wrote:
 >> Cheery last line but ra for necrophilia__!
 >> 
 >> -----Original Message-----
 >> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics
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 >> On Behalf Of Lawrence Upton
 >> Sent: 19 June 2013 17:15
 >> To: [log in to unmask]
 >> Subject: Domestic role play
 >> 
 >> we had been aware for days.
 >> 
 >> an intuitive contempt. darkness.
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 >> 
 >> somewhere in her self-assurance
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 >> a glimpse revealed (What surprise!)
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 >> languor resisting sprawling questions
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 >> a blow up of his voice misshapen
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 >> to steady the crafty woman to lick
 >> 
 >> the corpse or give it a dressing down
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 > 

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