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remembering the slits, edited
uncivil law’s
criminal.
Snowbound.
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uncivil law’s
criminal,
edited
wrong (which still is) and
remembering the slits.
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Edited
More Fugues.
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Although most English school kids will know the story of
King Henry VIII,
people elsewhere will not. You really need to know the story to appreciate
an engineering rush :: homework,
so I’ve added an appropriate
footnote.
I should have added a footnote page
ages ago. There’s a lot of bits and pieces
written and unwritten which belong there.
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Edited
remembering the slits.
Had a somewhat extended, rather drunken night, last night, going through
all my old ‘76 ‘77 ‘78 punk–era singles with a
fellow–Citroën anorak who appreciates such things: hence
the poem.
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remembering the slits.
Added and immediately promoted
More Fugues.
Edited
uncivil law’s
smirk and
wrong.
Added the
set
old man Keats.
Maybe I should spend a couple of weeks in the US to research American
magazines; there’s only so much I can determine without
immersing myself in their culture. I’m thinking in San Francisco, with
its wonderful book shops. By the same argument, I should visit Dublin.
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Promoted
scratby,
shrines,
uncivil law’s
smirk and
wrong.
Added
road
to the
subject index,
renaming the unintentionally euphemistic subject
sadness to
death
(which’ll put the wimps off), and tidied up the new
date index.
Edited
hello.
Seperated
sequence index from
subject index. Added
cross–links to the photographic set content pages.
Tried another place to visit, in this case Maldon in Essex. What a
waste of time.
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scratby and
shrines.
I knew revisiting Great Yarmouth,
where my now dead mother took us kids for summer holidays, would sadden me.
Radio 4’s programme on the second noble truth, and
‘the stone tower before the Norfolk border’,
resonated. This experiment of a brief visit worked.
Next, I’ll try somewhere stark with no emotional
meaning for me; see if I can catch the place.
Edited London, Now, renaming it
London, 2K0: recent history
has dated this poem.
Added
a diary and
footnotes,
and a poetry
date index.
Changed the front page slogan.
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Added
scratby and
shrines.
Edited
Underneath The Loch,
London, Now,
later and the
epigrams on
Islam.
Rearranged the front page’s geometry.
Restructured the presentation of poetry, adding indexes by
form,
set and
subject to the existing
published and
title indexes.
The old sets, and their poems, are now found using the new
set index.
The
form and
subject indexes
are entirely new. All indexes reference poems directly.
The form index references new form discussion pages on
fixed,
ranting poesie,
rhythm and rhyme,
short,
sonnet and
strict forms.
Added a comment on the
published index
mentioned how awful I am at selecting poems for submission
to magazines.
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Edited the
epigrams on
Science and
Islam,
lord pisswater’s clarion and
damn the clarion from
The Clarion, and
uncivil law’s
parliament.
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uncivil law’s
wrong.
Edited and promoted
england corrupted.
Edited the
epigrams
on
Al–Qaida,
Islam,
Science and
the USA.
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Edited the
epigrams
on
Al–Qaida and
Islam.
I’ve sent my poem
Guinness (and
There was a Young Lady called Venus)
off to Diageo, who own the
Guinness brand,
to see if they might find them useful,
after I read it at Tom’s group on Monday,
and Tom suggested I did so. Other people have said similar things.
I’m not optimistic.
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uncivil law’s
smirk.
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Edited
Underneath The Loch.
Added readings of
old man Keats and
China Poem.
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Underneath The Loch.
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Iota are going to publish
Leicester Square.
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old man Keats,
China Poem and
england corrupted.
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england corrupted
and the contrast nag on the
front page.
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I can’t deny the cheering surprise of being informed that Black Rose intends to publish
Touching Each Desire With Happy Jokes. I don’t really
like that poem; to misquote Billy Connolly, it’s about as subtle as a fart in a space suite.
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I’ve sent a sample set of poems to Jonathan Cape (who publish Anne Carson).
I’m not expecting
a positive response—but I certainly wouldn’t get one if I didn’t
submit at all. Edited
an engineering rush
a song so dire.
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england corrupted,
an engineering rush
a song so dire and
recreated arts.
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england corrupted.
The New Year is normally a time of self–proclaimed gravitas.
Given what I’ve in the past, I hand the floor to Eric Sykes:
“rhubarb,
rhubarb,
rhubarb,
rhubarb,
rhubarb,
rhubarb,
rhubarb”.
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