June 13th! That is my son's birthday. He was 24. The age when you suddenly
realise you are never going to match Orson Welles because you haven't made
Citizen Kane.
Unfortunately this June 13th I had to go to the funeral of a friend's son.
The fact the son was 65 and the friend was 93 didn't make the grief any
less. To lose a child is always the worst thing.
regards from jen
----Original Message Follows----
From: Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]>
Reply-To: "Poetryetc: poetry and poetics" <[log in to unmask]>
To: [log in to unmask]
Subject: Re: Max, WBY, WHA...
Date: Thu, 14 Jun 2007 09:24:50 -0600
Well (well), and to you too, Lyn.
Seems it's a poetic day!
Doug
On 14-Jun-07, at 6:11 AM, Lyn Moir wrote:
>Oh Max, happy birthday belated, from a fellow June 13th-er.
>
>I was born in 1934. And there was also Dorothy L. Sayers. I like to think
>the two of them have cast their shadow my way.
>
>Best wishes,
>Lyn
Douglas Barbour
11655 - 72 Avenue NW
Edmonton Ab T6G 0B9
(780) 436 3320
http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/
Latest book: Continuations (with Sheila E Murphy)
http://www.uap.ualberta.ca/UAP.asp?LID=41&bookID=664
Light weighs
light, to the hand,
to the eye.
Feel it
in two places.
Robert Creeley
_________________________________________________________________
Advertisement: ninemsn Travel - Hot deals, travel ideas & Lonely Planet
guides.
http://ninemsn.com.au/share/redir/adTrack.asp?mode=click&clientID=791&referral=hotmailtagline&URL=http://travel.ninemsn.com.au
|