I second Jim's praise, and append to his phrase -- holy shit shit -- reduplicated appreciations to all involved ... this makes it worth getting up in the morning.
tl On Friday, February 16, 2007, at 12:18PM, "Jim Piat" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: >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 >
