lastobelus5 Feb 2004

actually, I must confess this is one of my old ones. And also one of my favourites.

I have started reading some Heaney, and I like his quiet. I realized after watching Lost in Translation how tired I've become of hyperbole and peril. I've been writing some plotless prose lately. No peril, no metaphorical thwacks on the side of the head. You know hemingway's famous fishing short story, guy comes back from the war and goes fishing? That kind of thing.

I'm thinking about the S1.L5 comment. It's an interesting observation. How do you feel about "and the sky touches down the brim of my hat" or "and the sky nudges down the brim of my hat"?

I wrote this as a stealth pome -- something I knew would do well busking (I sold a wack of plaques of this pome) -- but that had semi-covert meaning for me. I respectfully invite you to have another look at S.3 and see if you can find some density of meaning there. But if you do, leave the 9! I ain't grubbing for more vote, dangit.