there lies buried deeply under
> that mean hard cruel disagreeable callous cantankerous exterior lurks a
> warm Cornish heart full of sunshine and joy
You're one of the few who realise that, Patrick; and most of the others
are cats
one of these days I'll come round to your house and smash my way in, drunk
on Whiskers, and you'll find I'm not even disagreeable
Miaow for now
L
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http://www.cordite.org.au/poetry/creativecommons/poems-for-ivor-cutler-3
http://www.cordite.org.au/poetry/cc-the-remixes/the-man-who-finds-himself-amusing
"This is not a time for foolery, or compliments. It may be that both of us
are within a few minutes of death... And I, at any rate, don't propose to
die with polite insincerities in my mouth. "
C S Lewis - That Hideous Strength
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Lawrence Upton
AHRC Creative Research Fellow
Dept of Music
Goldsmiths, University of London
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