29 March 2010
Poetic
People keep sending interesting things. A link to a TV programme that mentions my book, and a nice review in the New Jersey Sunday Press And Laurel Speer, a poet, wrote me from Tucson, Az, with some of her poetry. I liked it; it points up the sort of things which I often think but don't put into words myself - and can't express in a poetic way anyhow. I hope she won't mind if I quote a short poem:
OUR GHOSTS COME OUT TO PLAY IN THE MOST UNEXPECTED WAYS
I'm shredding tax documents when an envelope comes to light
Written in the clearest possible hand, a forward to this address
by a woman quite dead, come suddenly to life this very night.
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Here's a poetic picture - or at least I think it is. I've posted another image of this Victorian screen before - it belongs to my friend Jane. As Alice says, "Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas - Only I don't know exactly what they are"
OUR GHOSTS COME OUT TO PLAY IN THE MOST UNEXPECTED WAYS
I'm shredding tax documents when an envelope comes to light
Written in the clearest possible hand, a forward to this address
by a woman quite dead, come suddenly to life this very night.
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Here's a poetic picture - or at least I think it is. I've posted another image of this Victorian screen before - it belongs to my friend Jane. As Alice says, "Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas - Only I don't know exactly what they are"
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