Well, damn it again, Fred. I've been caught in public with my stupidity
showing. Yick!
Please accept the fullest apology that poor ole Goddess Goose can muster,
and go back and erase the stupid stuff I wrote which would be my Huge Last
'Graph in the former message to you. Yick yick!
Now me emerged with your assumed apology-acceptance, lemme say that you may
even have done/been/thought/writ the OPPOSITE of what I thought you had
done/been/thought/writ! Yeeks.
So I'll leave the below-space with what I NOW assume's you-speak, if only,
p'raps, bcuz it's perfectly overwhelming and joyfully present.
GrammaGoose
Oh, and thanks, Fred, for not interrupting our chatting about your poem. In
fact, I never wanna hear from you again, you've embarrassed me so. (just
kidding)
----- Original Message -----
From: "Frederick Pollack"
Subject: "A Vision" w/ italics
I dream that eventually poetry
will say everything, anything,
will reabsorb philosophy, science, and
subsume our dusk in dawn. (What is this doing here?)
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