'She's talking to that mirror again, farther?' says Misst Craddock. Father Cradock turns round slowly from the book he is eating and explains that it is just a face she is going through and they're all the same at that age.
I am more and more confused these days Not that I wasn't confused before, just that I am a little more lost and bewildered I ask myself, and I ask passersby the same question every time No one responds, perhaps no one knows What exactly is a poem these days?
to read this, on this very afternoon - just what i needed.
ReplyDeletehope this means that you are back!
Wonder if "Jay Leeming" is a pseudonym of one (or all) of the Pythons...
ReplyDelete"Roaring deep with the red walrus of History" is a great line. '60's nostalgia and all that.
I am more and more confused these days
ReplyDeleteNot that I wasn't confused before, just
that I am a little more lost and bewildered
I ask myself, and I ask passersby
the same question every time
No one responds, perhaps no one knows
What exactly is a poem these days?
It's line-breaking news.
ReplyDeleteAwww..and I so wanted to know what the one thing about poems these days was.
ReplyDeletesur: well, you sound fine now, so it's all good!
ReplyDeletecat: come to think of it, it sounds most pseudonymous.
lekhni: first of all, apologies about misspelling your name in the previous post; i know it annoys you! but i'm hopelessly prone to typos.
and you should head over to Harriet for answers, if there are any.
rahul: nice one!
falstaff: i know, right?
Drat! I hadn't noticed! (That you'd misspelt my name). Is it too late to get annoyed? ;)
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