Last night, while you were waking, I dreamt I had a poem selected in the new
Australian Best Poems of 2009. The book was in early production only there
was a word I was to change and I couldn't come up with just the right word.
The editor was a friend, David Brooks, another poet, and his young female
assistant, all kept suggesting words by phone, by email, in person ... the
days went on, the weeks grew in number, and panic began to set in. Where was
the Lost Word? One day I proffered a new alternative, only half-convinced
but knowing time was running out. The assistant replied coolly, Oh, we've
fixed that. What! Not MY word, but THEIR word went in. They wouldn't tell me
what it was so I ranted and raved, but they'd hung me out to dry until the
book was launched in many months time. I woke, worrying about the Word,
which word, and would I find the right word this morning ...
Andrew
2009/3/30 Judy Prince <[log in to unmask]>
> Har har----good 'un, Fred. Seems as if one of us could supply a further
> line to it. Thinking.......thinking..... Yes. Last bit like this: 'Dude
> says, "Change must come from within" and points to the storefront behind
> them.
> Must be more add-ons we could come up with.
>
> Judy
>
> 2009/3/29 Frederick Pollack <[log in to unmask]>
>
> > ----- Original Message ----- From: "Jon Corelis"
>
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> >
> > Stop me if you've heard it ... 1) A Buddhist monk stops at a sidewalk
> > hot-dog cart and says "Make me one with everything." 2) Dude hands monk
> a
> > hot dog; monk gives him a twenty; dude pockets it. Monk asks, "Where's
> my
> > change?" Dude says, "Change must come from within."
> >
>
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Andrew
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