Holy shit Sheila -- I think I'm in the presense of greatness -- your poems.
Not that greatness is so great, but you know -- for lack of a better word. This is quite a little list you folks have put together -- the theory and writing movement. I love it's bold and contradictory defiance of definition --including this attempt. I think I will say everything -- with a bit of dash. ----- Original Message ----- From: Sheila Murphy To: [email protected] Sent: Friday, February 16, 2007 12:45 PM Subject: concourse || recourse || third course say rule in front of me then shrink from doltage mispronounce the feed lots in a frenzy warm your speculum my frosty friend contain false adages pit sun against the rune moon put into play contiguous short silver in a trance weigh what you mourn while leavings face themselves as dimly lit intentions crossing boundaries sheila e. murphy
