laughing,

also about Ssisyphus inventing rock 'n roll,
awwite Sissy let's give it a go...


On 9/17/07, Joanna Boulter <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> There's probably a frog in it ....
>
> joanna
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Patrick McManus" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Monday, September 17, 2007 5:39 PM
> Subject: Re: Interp of the Myth of Sisyphus for Poetryetc
>
>
> > Looks just like the shed on my allotment but a bit downmarket
> > P :-)
> >
> > -----Original Message-----
> > From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> > Behalf Of joe green
> > Sent: 17 September 2007 17:27
> > To: [log in to unmask]
> > Subject: Re: Interp of the Myth of Sisyphus for Poetryetc
> >
> > Here's where I'm staying after I dump the rock.
> >
> >  http://www.hooilohouse.com/?source=overture
> >
> > andrew burke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> >  I interviewed an Aussie poet once who said he liked to add a little
> > 'stir'
> > to his poems. This has got a nice stir about it, tempered with a little
> > sugar.
> >
> > Andrew
> >
> >
> > On 17/09/2007, kasper salonen wrote:
> >>
> >> haha. very very cool. and I don't even take the thinly veiled insult
> >> as an insult! ;) good poetry always contains some phlegm &/or snot,
> >> it's a sign the lymphatic system is in order. or some system
> >>
> >> KS
> >>
> >> On 17/09/2007, Judy Prince wrote:
> >> > Interp of the Myth of Sisyphus for Poetryetc
> >> >
> >> >
> >> > Note: I wanted to write a poem about anything but this myth, but the
> >> muse wouldn't move.
> >> >
> >> > The Myth of Sisyphus was originally written by God in Greek, after
> >> > which
> >> other languages got in the way before it came to us in English. Many
> > people
> >> have translated (which means "put in their own thoughts") the myth such
> >> as
> >> Didacterus, Moll Strumpet and Shaksp the actor as well as Shake-speare
> >> the
> >> writer who doesn't exist. I'll just, to save time, summarize the myth
> >> even
> >> though I've never read it: Sisyphus rolls a +really big+ rock up a
> hill,
> > it
> >> rolls down and so on and so on until S gets exhausted, slips, and gets
> >> squashed by the rock. Other people, though, would variously interpret
> the
> >> myth, such as the following Poetryetc members:
> >> >
> >> > Halvard Johnson has already put S.I.S.Y.P.H.U.S. on a word dartboard
> >> > for
> >> future sonnets.
> >> >
> >> > Bob Marcacci snaps the rock.
> >> >
> >> > Anny Ballardini writes something about Italy that nobody understands.
> >> >
> >> > Patrick McManus created a skinny poem ending with VB lifting the rock
> >> off his cat dish.
> >> >
> >> > Sharon Brogan, overcome by smoke and wars, falls down (gracefully)
> >> > while
> >> worrying about her unmade bed.
> >> >
> >> > Mark Weiss is in the barrio and can't be bothered.
> >> >
> >> > Kasper Salonen, between poetry-sneezes, notes the errors in S's
> >> operandi.
> >> >
> >> > Candice Ward conflates everything with everything (mostly in really
> old
> >> English).
> >> >
> >> > Robin Hamilton obfuscates in Celtic, Romani and Haggis, with the
> >> occasional lift of a URL---and is understood only by Dominus Fox and
> the
> >> Walker brothers, Martin and Christopher.
> >> >
> >> > Joanna Boulter, obsessed with the shape of the rock, is writing a
> >> toccata on the evolution of mushrooms.
> >> >
> >> > Roger Collett mutters "Forget the rock," and gets down to something
> >> useful.
> >> >
> >> > Roger Day (not to be confused by Roger Collett who IS Roger Day
> during
> >> the day) leaves another town to get another degree.
> >> >
> >> > Judy Prince thinks that S has a persistent problem with his balls.
> >> >
> >> > The rock now sits, tastefully decorated, in Peter Cudmore's music
> room.
> >> >
> >> > Peter (I'm not even going to get into that whole "two Peters" thing)
> >> Cicciarello visualizes the rock in a canal of rusty wordparts.
> >> >
> >> > Doug Barbour encourages S on each ascent and every time the damned
> rock
> >> starts to fall downhill.
> >> >
> >> > Ken Wolman thinks that S is (a) his father, or (b) a deceased opera
> >> singer.
> >> >
> >> > Jon Corelis is still scribbling words on a cocktail napkin in a Greek
> >> restaurant in Oakland, CA.
> >> >
> >> > Douglas Clark must consult one of his cats.
> >> >
> >> > Andrew Burke has written four novels, umpteen plays, and
> >> > eleveny-million
> >> poems (some about rock) everywhere but in his own neighbourhood.
> >> >
> >> > Tad Richards is building a rock house in the middle of his
> stepfather's
> >> installation (talk about Sisyphusian!).
> >> >
> >> > Stephen Vincent and Max Richards have put the rock on level ground
> and
> >> taken it for a walk.
> >> >
> >> > Joe Green has dumped the rock into a Haleakala crater.
> >> >
> >> > Fred Pollack thinks he's Sisyphus.
> >> >
> >> > Joe Duemer has fled the country (ok, whatever country) with our
> >> archives.
> >> >
> >> > David Bircumshaw is God and now writes in Latin rather than Greek.
> >> >
> >> > ---
> >> > jbprince
> >> >
> >> >
> >> >
> >> >
> >> >
> >> >
> >> >
> >> >
> >> >
> >> >
> >> >
> >> >
> >> >
> >> >
> >> >
> >> >
> >>
> >
> >
> >
> > --
> > Andrew
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> > http://www.inblogs.net/hispirits
> > http://www.flickr.com/photos/aburke/
> >
> >
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