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Tuesday, June 04, 2013
Poems, essay at Mezzo Cammin--
4 comments:
Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.
oh...these are lovely gifts.
ReplyDeletethank you.
Hello, Mistress Zephyr--
ReplyDeleteSo glad you could float this way! Pleased that you wanted a gift...
My comment of this morning disappeared!
ReplyDeleteI think I wrote that yes, indeed these poems are gifts! I'm struck how very visual they are, like paintings but using words and pens instead of brush and paint in rich colours.
And the magazine cover is enticing! I must still be charmed by Havishamishness :-)
I peeked, and it is not in Spam Land! Don't know what glitch may have happened.
ReplyDeleteThat's something people have said to be quite a bit. Wonder if that's why I have so many painter friends... Some sensibility in common, perhaps.
I expect you are always charmed by Havishamia! The retted and the rotted are your domain. Your perfect Havisham gown would be made from hundreds or maybe thousands of leaves retted down to lace, all beautifully arranged and stitched together with silk thread.
Imagine the dust of a real Havisham house. It must be (have been) formidable.