Yes, I think so
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On Thu, August 9, 2012 15:26, Douglas Barbour wrote:
> Interesting the way it stretches out, slowing everything down, Lawrence.
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> On 2012-08-08, at 8:40 AM, Lawrence Upton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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>> I have no snap. Again
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>> I offer this to be continued piece of prose invoking the etc in our
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>> The first time she saw him, he was squatting at the far side of a
>> half-lit room, fussing with his suitcase; and she thought of a
>> fire-damaged sofa.
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>> There wasn’t any furniture near him; the room was almost empty; but she
>> thought of him that way, a severely fire-damaged sofa.
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>> As she entered, so he stood, attempting to straighten himself; and, as
>> he stood, some of the flame-blackening left him, seen now as abandoned
>> shadow.
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>> Jutting springs and crumbling timber explained themselves visually; and
>> he began to become a bipedal figure. Now she thought of him as a large
>> baby with a beard.
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>> He walked towards her with a gawky expression, an extensive hand
>> forward, ready to shake any hand she dare proffer. He seemed for a tick
>> to have a multitude of limbs, but that was perhaps the way he lolloped
>> as he walked.
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>> Maybe, she thought, he isn’t that tall.
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>> If she imagined herself ascended to a great height, far above the
>> tallest building, then he might seem to be less abnormal. Go higher
>> still and all was fine though much of him might seem mountainous when
>> seen in the context of mountains. That was his shape.
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>> Accept the shape and the image of a baby returned. It was hard not to
>> see him that way. He was after all smiling or something like it. It
>> might be the best that he could do.
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>> He needs a cat, she thought. It was an opinion that she formed whenever
>> she met someone who seemed not to own a cat.
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>> There was no loose fallen fur visible on the jacket as that enormity
>> came close. He moved quickly, not quite jerkily, but everything about
>> him had a form of suddenness. He was furniture; and then he was rising;
>> and the briefcase hanging from his left hand seemed to be no larger than
>> a teaspoon in comparison; but that was because he had crossed the room
>> so rapidly.
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>> It would have to be a psychotic cat, or a cat reconciled to developing
>> psychosis, if he did not change his demeanour.
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>> Lawrence Upton
>> Visiting Fellow, Music Dept,
>> Goldsmiths, University of London
>> New Cross, London SE14 6NW
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Lawrence Upton
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Visiting Fellow, Music Dept,
Goldsmiths, University of London
New Cross, London SE14 6NW
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