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Snapshots
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in the distance stand of trees, there is the hum the same low roar you would hear it if you were on route 22 nearing newark airport still two miles away cicadas their mating call love me and die if thou love me take heed of loving me Ken/Princeton 5-27-04 *** HONEYED WORDS unfortunately her sweet sugared honeyed words did him in as he was sadly a diabetes sufferer. pmcmanus raynes park uk 26th may 2004 *** The Veranda On the veranda with its closed-in stairs you've wandered too close like the children's three bears with your sparkling champagne in the immaculate glass. No, no, I'll walk out the door out the door, out the door out of the ancient French door near the overpass. -- Harriet Zinnes New York City May 25, 2004 *** A Free Afternoon The seal at Point Henry is announced by orange plastic fencing and placards saying: This seal is sick. Please leave it alone. Apart from this, the convalescent eludes us, either there, but out of our line of vision, or gone healthy or not would be good to know. Locals might say, but they too are elusive or shut inside the vast aluminium works which cover half the Point. The other half is signed: 'artificial wetland' and 'no shooting'. A tower for birdwatchers seems derelict. One windsurfer is jousting with the gale: his black wetsuit glistens like a healthy seal; he's so out on his own couldn't be more alone; he has lift-off strenuously contradicting the fenced-in full car-park beside the works, each car poised for the shift-workers' knock-off time. Today I'll feast my eyes, and work tomorrow. Who knows, the local paper has perhaps already snapped the seal basking reunited with its cousins round the Gellibrand Light, sunstruck, tide-tossed, gale-smitten, free. - evening of Wednesday 26 May, 2004 Max Richards North Balwyn, Melbourne *** Leaves trans lucent let be lated come into greening as rain falls the occasional parent purify colour so thin it slow it grow it darken now beyond snow ference how mind mends as it moves beyond position that the world goes on despite & as cendant to blight what's left Douglas Barbour Edmonton 08:20 Wednesday May 26 2004 *** Snapshot Terror hours of dark Shivering with The cat as company The kindly cat Who whispers In Sanskrit Lying down In the hall Unable to Make up my mind Or pick up my limbs The kindly cat Lying on me Keeping warm I shiver for the rug That lies on the bed Shivering in the hall Until I pass out And wake to Try to stand And shiver too much Crawl to the bed Under the rug Phone rings Let it let it Let it be * Coming out of fog Hands butterflying Phone for help Awkwardly Andrew Burke *** Nursery rhyme I am a queen at a high window a black sail stands at exactly the same distance as always which means the opposite of whatever I take it to mean I can't speak no matter how many words clot on the cold floor some nursery rhymes are deadly some are rags of slavery all of them are cruel what rhyme nips your fingers here the weather is harsh and full of dust but I don't know whose words cut me as usual or the usual words cut me or was it someone else it is hard to tell one from the other I can't stitch a meaning it unpicks itself night after night if I could say plainly what I meant then words might be other than they are so many impediments swell my tongue you are the bitterest heavier than rings or water I don't know what I mean or if I mean anything more than a flock of birds dispersed by storm there is no true north the stars oscillate in unfamiliar orbits the earth is strange and marvellous as winter is and now is further away than ever Alison Croggon 11.30am, Williamstown, Australia *** too ill to write a snapshot Sharon Brogan *** poor Sharon a bunch of red red roses from raynes park land of sunshine and happiness grandpa pmmcmanus *** From this windy and rather chilly spring I can send some wonderful yellow mountain flowers and the poppies are out in large red patches breathing in the voluptuous green, affection, a still coughing and sneezing Anny *** dusk the indeterminate time when fields fill with blue-grey water colour drains into its most subtle shades a flickering shows that the bats are out traffic lights burn red glow amber to green throwing the gem-light of their changes down the empty road a man in handcuffs bows his head it cannot be long now we are waiting Liz Bosley Cross England 9.45pm *** Broken Bay In the bay, where shells suck and wheeze in the spillage of tide, where jetties hollow a thump on boards, and loud boys plunge off ferry pylons, where line and metal slip into weed and silver bream, where from the point, in an absence of jewfish and whiting, fishermen continue to race the southerly-buster home – And on the headland, where Lion Island welcomed strangers to its sphinx-like shore and Blackwall Mountain shaded summer tents, its autumn seep dripping forest finch, and when carnival floated over children raking for soldier crabs, my home was called holiday. Back then, my parents, still in love, raised me to take it in – left me to my wild wandering. Helen Hagemann, Perth Wed 26/05/04 *** THE MARKET only the shell of the building remains the most-loved market for miles around reduced to ashes a hundred traders now with nothing Total Games Wendy & Mandys Cafe Dels Suits Traditional Sausage Co. Scottish Meats Seaking Fisheries W Briggs Butchers Alf Pearson Family butcher David Conn Traditional butcher Rothwells Furniture Market Newsagent A & B Sportswear Bennetts Fancy goods Eileen's Egg Nest The Phone Corner C D S Textiles Phil's Antiquarian Books Bailey's Hardware Hats & Things Rudies Snack Bar Cherubs Specialist Christening wear Victoria's Lingerie Stall On The Wall Ladies & Gents Outdoor Wear Grahame & Gordon Haberdashery Celebrations Cards & Novelties Pick Of The Crop Alwyn's Underwear Stall Goody Two Shoes B & G Fashions Chris's Vac & Washer Service M.C.S Uniforms The Toffee Box The Music Corner Curtain Corner The Traditional Food Stall Pick Of The Crop Junior's Childrens wear S.Williams & Sons Cafe Elaine's Jewellers The Off License Body Bitz Shades DIY Walker's Greengrocers Hussein's Sportswear Brooks Hosiery & Swimwear S Williams & Son Home Cooked Meats Cards Galore J.R Fashions Mobile Revolution Linda's Cosmetics & Perfume Bradbury's Gloves, Scarves, Handbags & Umbrellas Renwick's Bakery & Handcarved Meats A & Y Brierley Footwear Naeem's Ladies Fashion Longdens Toys Brian's Quality Furnishings Brooks Underwear Gifts For All Occasions Phones 4 Us A+A Videos Cafe Nadin J & L Bargains The Sports Box Spec Tackle Paws and Claws Camina Bags Ashton Hall Carpets Craven's Shoe Repairs Morgan's China The Bedding Box Bailey Health Products Joe & Sons Jeweller & Watch Repairs Bailey's Hardware & Electrical Bobby Fashions Barry Gleave Biscuits, Sweets & Cakes Cassons shoes Redmonds Butcher & Delicatessen B O'Donoghue Butcher G. Fish Specialist Cooked Meats & pies J. McClean Biscuits & Cakes Here's Health Herbal Remedies Hallworth's Cheese & Dairy Produce K McDermott Danish Bacon Specialists The Pantry Chicken Barbecue The Hen House Shopmobility Wheelchairs & Scooters none of it left no sprinklers no insurance no recompense no one died so only rates a brief mention on the local not national news Gerald England Tameside, Greater Manchester *** MOTHER JOAN OF THE ANGELS [via Jerzy Kawalerowicz]MOTHER JOAN of the ANGELS Monks want me. One knows I was coming, the gate open last night. Holy maids eat pork like us? Each<>other, and reporting reason to burn just the same on the stake like a pig, and the man is left naked. Now leave me alone with our guest, a priest & sorcerer. No devils in there at great miseries. Evil laziness perhaps taking on the shape . . . MOTHER JOAN of the ANGELS must know my inner life. One is . . . There were 5 drops of fragrant balm on my gown. Happy to see a representative of the famous convent; exorcisms brought us here rather than a husband who would be a brute-- just that there are no angels. Over your books an evil spirit no measure of all that was written in the Zohar. No exorcism gives me joy eternal, lovers scaring off the wolves. Barry Alpert / Silver Spring, MD US / 5-26-04 (9:26 AM) Jerzy Kawalerowicz's 1961 film won the Jury Prize at Cannes and featured his wife Lucyna Winnicka's stunning performance as the Mother Superior. Based on an "actual case" of demonic possession in 17th century Poland as well as the basis for Ken Russell's "The Devils". Poetryetc is a listserv relating to poetry and poetics which provides a forum for poets to debate their critical and creative work. The list has over the years run a number of projects for its members, of which Snapshots has been the most enduring. Every Wednesday, Poetryetc members were invited to post short poems on any subject or in any form they chose. The idea was to make a poetic collage of instamatic “snaps” of that day that reflected the international membership of the list. The project has generated an astounding number of poems. The first two runs, of six weeks each, and the first ten weeks of the third run, are archived at Wild Honey Press www.wildhoneypress.com under Poetryetc Project. The rest - amounting in all to a run of a year - are archived here. Poetryetc, like its affiliate Salt Publishing (http://www.saltpublishing.com), was founded by Australian poet John Kinsella. Salt is managed by Christopher Hamilton-Emery (cemery@saltpublishing.com), while Poetryetc is owned by Alison Croggon (ajcroggon@bigpond.com). Poetryetc is now archived at http://www.jiscmail.ac.uk/lists/poetryetc.html. and anyone interested can join from that url. To contact the listowner: Alison Croggon These pages are designed, maintained, and hosted by Rebecca Seiferle, the Editor of The Drunken Boat. To email. 
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