gri_2003_m_46_b04_f09_011
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- WINNER - 66693810 - smurray38
- 66707604 - YukonRed
- 66716400 - Preacher357
- 67493675 - _secunda
- 68118429 - jambery
- 68550445 - jesseytucker
WINNER - 66693810 - smurray38
I envy you C's talk on the Sitwells, I am sure it was absolutely marvellous. Your mention of Mr Hanley's discourse reminds me of William Gaunt. Happily he has put down his ramblings. May I give you a short quotation, which I find absolutely enigmatic (though, of course, the Gertrude Stein echoes predispose one to like it):Morris did not found the Arts and Crafts movement, though it is sometimes taken for granted that he did and he contributed help to its efforts. Was it not what he had intended? It was -and yet it was not. That others should, as he did, take a pride in the individual work of the hand, that was what he could have wished.
As it is Sunday I dare not leave it too late in the afternoon to post this letter. So before going to the post, here is a poem, only one short one for the moment, I'm afraid, but still it's a start.
Can epiphanies be blue,
Can they have five points,
To turn in the night's wards,
Do they have two heads, one eye?
Does it happen in Italy,
Is there music or a calm,
Do you know it when
Wings kidnap sleeping girls?
But I'm the epiphany
Silently-spoke the rose: it's me
The glass communicated,
Where your love has been.
The electric bulb
Rushed outwards till it was
A tree whose branches filled
The room, the world.
Oh I long to see you again. To think I have another week to wait. Dearest love, this prolonged absense disrupts equilibrium, opens old doors in dreams, blots paper waiting for poems. How I love you, my life, dearest beauty,
I love you I love you
Lawrence
66707604 - YukonRed
I envy you C's talk on the Sitwells; I am sure it was ab-solutely marvelous. Your mention of Mr Hanley's discourse
reminds me of William Gaunt. Happily he [und]has[/und] put down his
ramblings. May I give you a short quotation, which I find
absolutely enigmatic (though, of course, the Gertrude Stein
echoes predispose one to like it):
Morris did not found the Arts and Crafts movement, though
it is sometimes taken for granted that he did and he con-
tributed help to its efforts. Was it not what he had intended?
It was ... and yet it was not. That others should, as he did,
take a pride in the individual work of the hand, that was
what he could have wished.
As it is Sunday I dare not leave it too late in the
afternoon to post this letter. So, before going to the post,
here is a poem, only one short one for the moment, I'm afraid,
but still, it's a start.
Can epiphanies be blue,
Can they have five points
To tun in the night's wards
Do they have two heads, one eye?
Does it happen in Italy,
Is there music or a calm,
Do you know it when
Wings kidnap sleeping girls?
But I'm the epiphany
Silently-spoke the rose: it's me
The glass communicated,
Where your love has been.
The electric bulb
Rushed outwards till it was
A tree whose branches filled
The room, the world.
Oh I long to see you again. To think I have another week
to wait. Dearest love, this prolonged absence disrupts equi-
librium, opens old doors in dreams, blots paper waiting for
poems. How I love you, my life, dearest beauty,
I love you I love you
Lawrence
66716400 - Preacher357
I envy you C's talk on the Sitwells, I am sure it was ab-solutely marvellous. Your vention of Mr Hanley's discourse
reminds me of William Gaunt. Happily he has put down his
ramblings. May I give you a short quotation which I find
absolutely enigmatic (though, of course, the Gertrude Stein
echoes predispose one to like it):
Morris did not found the Arts and Crafts movement, though
it is sometimes taken for granted that he did and he con-
tributed help to its efforts. Was it not what he had intended?
It was - and yet it was not. That others should, as he did,
take a pride in the individual work of the hand, that was
what he could have wished.
As it is Sunday I dare not leave it too late in the
afternoon to post this letter. So, before going to the post,
here is a poem, only one short one for the moment, I'm afraid,
but still, it's a start.
Can epiphanies be blue,
Can they have five points,
To turn in the night's wards,
Do they have two heads, one eye?
Does it happen in Italy,
Is there music or a calm,
Do you know it when
Wings kidnap sleeping girls?
But I'm the epiphany
Silently - spoke the rose: it's me
The glass communicated,
Where your love has been.
The elecric bulb
Rushed outwards till it was
A tree whose branches filled
The room, the world.
Oh I long to see you again. To think I have another wek
to wait. Dearest love, this prolonged absense disrupts equi-
librium, opens old doors in my dreams, blots paper waiting for
poems. How I love you, my life, dearest beauty,
I love you I love you
Lawrence
67493675 - _secunda
I envy you C's talk on the Sitwells, I am sure it was absolutely marvelous. Your mention of Mr Hanley's discourse reminds me of William Gaunt. Happily he has put down his ramblings. May I give you a short quotation, which I find absolutely enigmatic (though, of course, the Gertrude Stein echoes predispose one to like it):Morris did not found the Arts and Crafts movement, though it is sometimes taken for granted that he did and he contributed help to its efforts. Was it not what he had intended? It was--and yet it was not. That others should, as he did, take a pride in the individual work of the hand, that was what he could have wished.
As it is Sunday I dare not leave it too late in the afternoon to post this letter. So, before going to the post, here is a poem, only one short one for the moment, I'm afraid, but still, it's a start.
Can epiphanies be blue,
Can they have five points
To turn in the night's wards,
Do they have two heads, on eye?
Does it happen in Italy,
Is there music or a clam,
Do you know it when
Wings kidnap sleeping girls?
But I'm the epiphany
Silently--spoke the rose: it's me
The glass communicated,
Where your love has been
The electric blub Rushed outwards till it was
A tree whose branches filled
The room, the world.
Oh, I long to see you again. To think I have another week to wait. Dearest love, this prolonged absence disrupts equilibrium, opens old doors in dreams, blots paper waiting for poems. How I ove you, my life, dearest beauty,
I love you, I love you
Lawrence
68118429 - jambery
I envy you C's talk on the Sitwells, I am sure it was ab-solutely marvellous. Your mention of Mr Hanley's discourse reminds me of William Gaunt. Happily he has put down his ramblings. May I give you a short quotation, which I find absolutely enigmatic (though, of course, the Gertrude Stein echoes predispose one to like it):
Morris did not found the Arts and Crafts movement, though it is sometimes taken for granted that he did and he con-
tributed help to its efforts. That others should, as he did, take a pride in the individual work of the hand, that was what he could have wished.
As it is Sunday I dare not leave it too late in the afternoon to post this letter. So, before going to the post, here is a poem, only one short one for the moment, I'm afraid, but still, it's a start.
Can epiphanies be blue,
Can they have five points,
To turn in the night's wards,
Do they have two heads, one eye?
Does it happen in Italy,
Is there music or a calm,
Do you know it when
Wings kidnap sleeping girls?
But I'm the epiphany
Silently-spoke the rose: it's me
The glass communicated,
Where your love has been.
The electric bulb
Rushed outwards till it was
A tree whose branches filled
The room, the world.
Oh I long to see you again. To think I have another week to wait. Dearest love, this prolonged absence disrupts equi-
librium, opens old doors in dreams, blots paper waiting for poems. How I love you, my life, dearest beauty,
I love you I love you
Lawrence
68550445 - jesseytucker
I envy you C's talk on the Sitwells, I am sure it was ab-solutely marvellous. Your mention of Mr Hanley's discourse
reminds me of William Gaunt. Happily he has pu down his
ramblings. May I give you a short quotation, which I find
absolutely enigmatic (though, of course, the Gertrude Stein
echoes predispose one to like it):
Morris did not found the Arts and Crafts movement, though
it is sometiems taken for granted that he did and he con-
tributed help to its efforts. Was it not what he had intended?
It was--and et it was not. That others should, as he did,
take a pride in the individual work of the hand, that was
what he could have wished.
As it is Sunday I dare not leave it too late in the
afternoon to post this letter. So, before going to the post,
here is a poem, only one short one for the moment, I'm afraid,
but still, it's a start.
CAn epiphanies be blue,
Can they have five points
To turn in the night's wards,
Do they have two heads, one eye?
Does it happen in Italy,
Is there music or a calm,
Do yu know it when
Wings kidnap sleeping girls?
But I'm the epiphany
Silently-spoke the rose: it's me
The glass communicated,
Where your love has been.
The electric bulb
Rushed outwards till it was
A tree whose branches filled
The room, the world.
Oh I long to see you again. To think I have another week
to wait. Dearest love, this prolonged absence disrupts equi-
librium, opens old doors in dreams, blots paper waiting for
poems. How I love you, my life, dearest beauty,
I love you I love you
Lawrence