Ah, something refreshingly different! Is it about someone's cat or about a
tennis player or somesuch? Or both? Or something else? (I'm not actually
asking, you realise.)
And yes, 'divaned', a great new verb (whatever it means).
In that line I think it should be "the mood", not "mood". In this poem
leaving out the "the" seems either pretentious, or a mistake.
You should see the ads Google Mail puts next to this:
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Janet
On 16/11/2007, Sheila Murphy <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> Lorraine, you know Lorraine,
> she dives onto the woodsmooth platter of a floor,
> she makes it hers, she is the one
> whom the announcers shore up
> into monologic plaintext
> sometimes when the simmer of the shortlist dims
> and skeins of nothing happen
> until there must be something to be said
> again about Lorraine. you know Lorraine.
> she's shadowy, endowed, imported,
> and a minced invasion all her own
> of everything she has and is and will be
> in our eyes. our eyes are fastened on Lorraine.
> and any day now even rain will not be dulled beneath
> the glimmer of Lorraine.
> she makes the sport worth watching hatching mid-syllabic.
> if I were to have invented music
> I would have done it with the blessing of
> Lorraine's mezzo sop. I would have turned tunetables
> up to snuff. I would have watched her paint invisibly
> yet visibly that hoped for floor.
> I would have divaned out of mood I'm in right now
> to watch and listen to her squeak percussion
> do its magic on the skittery longwide floor.
> the crowd would be a squealing spree for her.
> and I would document the score the score
> the warbling mint noise of the core
> of what plays into this.
> the shoreline of the sport.
> the whole palatial spree of inner court.
>
> sheila e. murphy
>
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