Erminia
Rent a safety deposit box at The Bank of England. Lord Archer
employs this method as did Bishop Berkeley and Lady Thatcher, I
believe. Blimey Wigglesworth, the Surrealist, banked there in the
old days, and so can you.
Have your children memorize your poems instead of Mother Goose.
Broadcast them, then for certain they're out there to be retrieved in
the Akashik Records by a trained Golden Dawn psychic, like the lady
pianist medium who played Chopin's current etudes in a trance.
Take heart. That thief knew the old saw: Fate deals its cruelist
blows to the most talented.
All may not be lost, remember: Buster Douglas knocked Mike Tyson
cold stone out, so give Lennox the benefit of the doubt. If Tyson
has them, there's still a chance he'll tell all if we can get him to
one knee.
A better example: Balzac wrote - what? - a Saturn cycle's worth (29)
of novels as mere practice.
There's much beauty in your truth, Ermenia, I've noticed. And the
magician always has another one up her sleeve.
Count your blessings, Pilgrim, you were vandaled in Oxford, you don't
want to imagine what might have happened had you been in Los Angeles.
When climbing the highest mountain, after the storm clears and the
last campsite is broken down and you can't go back, the light ahead
will require going forward empty handed. Maybe you'll pick up a lost
pencil atop Chomolungma; I can report to you that there was one
[snapped in two] for me in jail.
Richard
>On Sat, 26 Jan 2002 20:28:43 EST, [log in to unmask] wrote:
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>>Poor Erminia - I hope we are helping you to laugh in your distress (you
>>seemed to be doing very well earlier)
>>Liz
>>
>
>Liz,
>About losses. I think it is just with the loss of a living creature, at
>the beginning you hope she will come back, you expect to see her in the
>street, you seem to hear her voice and one’s despondency is blinded by the
>self-deceit that there might be a way to find the person somewhere else.
>It is utterly irrational, but I did experience it with both my parents.
>First days and months, facing only my inability to face reality.
>With the passing of the time, one slowly takes in the notion of the
>immutableness of death, its permanence.
>
>I did keep copies of my poems on floppy disks, of course, and I did e-
>mail what I could to Poetryetc, and to a number of friends (it is a good
>precaution) ...but there were poems I just wrote and printed from my
>college computer, for instance, or from my friends' or brother's homes,
>of from manual type-writers, or that I scribbled with a rudimental pen -
>that far from representing a will to engrave one's words on pottery and
>marble , as Alison suggested - were in fact examples of extemporaneous
>poems, no less significant to me for that reason.
>
>Peter, David, Martin, thank you for the advice. There is a better way to
>keep you files safe which seem to be 100 per cent secure, and it is the
>following site, where I have an account for all my essays and for my
>doctoral thesis. It does not expire and can keep a huge quantity of staff.
>It was recommended to me by a computer expert months ago: so now I
>recommend it to you.
>
>http://ftoffice2.ft.com
>
>It is in fact a cyber-office that no one but yourself can access.(I did
>not post there my extemporaneous poems for the laziness of having to
>transfere them on my computer or scan them, and so on....)
>
>This http://ftoffice2.ft.com is the safest way to save one’s verbal
>possession (it there is such a thing)….
>
>
>Erminia
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