Desmond,
This belongs back-channel.
I am still waiting for a reply to my earlier email to you.
My name is not Bob either.
Roger Collett
Arrowhead Press
http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/
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Jules de Gaultier
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From: "Desmond Swords" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Tuesday, May 25, 2010 12:04 AM
Subject: Re: a reminder from our list service provider
Hello Bob.
I am going on the standard publishing contracts that vary between 12-15%, and assumed you would
be the same.
As I already said, this is the first I've heard from you since you got in touch with me -
saying:
Desmond
I am a little wary after all the blather on Poetryetc et al, but if you would send me a couple
of your poems as a Word attachment to a reply I would be interested in considering your work for
publication. NO PROMISES. Have you any previous books out? If so with whom?
Just a short reply PLEASE.
Roger Collett
Arrowhead Press
http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/
I laughed at NO PROMISES Roger, bcuz it sort of made me think, who do you think you are, coming
onto me and acting like you're doing me some big favor. As I wrote you in the reply, I have two
finished manuscripts, plenty of long poems and various uncollected lyrics. The 12 or so I sent
of the 20 Love Poems, is a kind of balancing title to the original one I came up with in 2005
for a collection
Desmond Swords - Poetry Assassin.
Desmond Swords - Love Poems, is the one I want to bring out first, and the reason I sent you the
sample.
I wondered why you got in touch, and now I know why, and it's a compliment, to know my poems had
the effect they did on you; to turn you into this hater of me.
LROVSE
Underneath it all
We talk
Over and above what is
So why not stay a while
And let me dream
Of life with you.
I will not make a hollow pledge
Of empty words
Which promise something
I can’t give
The wind
The sea
Or starlight’s shimmer
On your hair.
The bond I undertake to seek
Exchanges comforts
Found from understanding
And being understood
Although, when I gaze upon your form
I see emotion as a mirror,
You, the one love
Who will never truly stand before me.
Your flesh can be only touched
in dreams
When reality comes alive
In epic tales, played out nightly
Or in that half snooze state
I sometimes get to fool around in;
A world where my desire for you can be indulged.
You don't liek this sort of thing, do you Roger.
Thanks very much.
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