Bit of an experiment, Doug. All the odd sentences in the first four stanzas tell a fishing story a friend related while living with Aborigines in the Gulf of Carpentaria, doing drilling, and being invited to sheir their ways sometimes. The even sentences relate another friend's recent experience with his dying mother, birthing daughter. The final stanza tries to further conflate the two disparate stories a litle. Burdens, bailing. bit of a stretch I know.
Bill
> On 2 Oct 2014, at 3:46 am, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> The declarative sentences carry a certain weight Bill. But I don’t quite get the context: is this a bit of ethnological study, or…?
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> Doug
>> On Sep 30, 2014, at 5:46 AM, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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>> The kids all carried large open shells.
>> His mother died the day before.
>> The Papuan bark boat leaked.
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>> Today his daughter had a baby girl.
>> He stood up in the front of the boat.
>> Yesterday he told his mother the girl was born.
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>> The kids bailed like buggery with the shells.
>> He told his mother they'd named her Ada.
>> He shafted the fish and hauled it in.
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>> He told his mother Ada was named after her.
>> Each fresh fish roiled on the boat bottom.
>> This morning they named the girl Indiana.
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>> The boat lay heavier in the water.
>> The kids bailed harder.
>> They turned for shore.
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>> bw
>> 21.9.14
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