Apr. 29th, 2005

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Now just calm down You have become so very boring Tomen Y Mur indeed Stoop, please bring the silver syringe; no the silver one Thank you There, that should resolve the problem

OK That feels better Left-overs tonight Goodness Matured cauli cheese tastes pretty good Tomorrow who knows

Just a mention of Ludlow, please? OK The circular chapel in the outer ward

What about Wigmore then? Overgrown, wrecked A Mortimer castle Yet another Norman psychopath
Someone has made the old place a lot tidier than when I last saw it Poor Bryn dragged through brambles, nettles, goosegrass
Very long-suffering

NO MORE Every village in this part of Wales has a castle Hey Just stop one cotton-pickin moment When was Wigmore ever in Wales? And Ludlow? OK Mention Kilpeck Yes Herefordshire But next to a tatty old motte is that lovely little Romanesque church complete with 'sheela-na-gig'
That should make you choke on your wafer
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Browsing through TLS Patrick Kavanagh mentioned Looked And

Literary Adventures

I am here in a garage in Monaghan.
It is June and the weather is warm,
Just a little bit cloudy. There's the sun again
Lifting to importance my sixteen acre farm.
There are three swallows' nests in the rafters above me
And the first clutches are already flying.

Spread this news, tell all if you love me,
You who knew that when I was sick I was never dying
(Nae gane, nae gane, nae fra us torn
But taking a rest like John Jordan).
Other exclusive
News stories that cannot be ignored:
I climbed Woods' Hill and the elusive
Underworld of the grasses could be heard,
John Lennon shouted across the valley,
Then I saw a new June moon, quite as stunnning
As when young we blessed the sight as something holy...
Sensational adventure that is only beginning.

For I am taking this evening walk through places
High up among the Six Great Wonders,
The power privileges, the unborn amazes
The unplundered
Where man with no meaning blooms
Large in the eyes of his females:
He doesn't project, nor even assumes
The loss of one necessary believer.
It's as simple as that, it's a matter
Of walking with the little gods, the ignored
Who are so seldom asked to write the letter
Containing the word
O only free gift! no need for Art any more
When Authority whispers like Tyranny at the end of a bar.

Is this all we might wish for? I find attractive the way in which some Irish writers use English

So the dogs cleaned, traumatised by the smell of bleach Housework Stoop, please do not do that with your feather duster It is undignified and unpleasant


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