Dear you lot, A long time ago back in the days of yore, Ian sent a poetry parrot heading my way. I told it to "bugger off yer big poof", but it came back to me and fed me sweet offerings of Nutella and cheese and Duck & Orange Paté so here's a poem for you. I don't know what its called, but I read it in my book, THE NECESSITY OF ART, by Ernst Fischer. It's ever so red. I could out-commie the lot of yers, you pinko leftie bleeding heart liberals. Maybe. Here we go. In French AND in English, for extra pretension value. Props in this case go to Aragon, as he were t'bloke wot wrote it. FRANCAIS Je dis avec les mots des choses machinales, Plus machinalement que la neige neigant Mots démonétisés qu'on lit dans le journal, Et je parle avec eux le langage des gens Soudain c'est comme un sou tombant sur le bitume Qui fat nous retourner au milieu de nos pas Inconscient écho d'un malheur que nous tumes Un mot chu par hasard, un mot qui ne va pas Que je dise d'oiseaux et de métamorphoses Du mois d'aout qui se fane au fond de mélilots Que je dise du vent, que je dise de roses Ma masique se brise et se mue en sanglots. ENGLISH I use words to say mechanical things, More mechanically than snow as it falls; Words uncoined that you read in the paper, And with them I talk as people talk. Suddenly its like a penny falling on the asphalt, That makes us turn back and retrace our steps Unconscious echo of a disaster we've hushed up, A word that falls by chance, a word that will not do And if I speak of birds, of slow changes, Of August fading amidst the hollyhocks, And if I speak of wind, of roses, My music breaks and changes into sobs. Either way you read it, its grand. If you want me to send another poem, it will be "Last Thing on My Mind", by Steps. Ummm who can have the poetry parrot now. *thinks* very hard...well who else could have the parrot, but my Staying Up Late on IRC husband, Damon Seils. Over to you! After this, you can pass it on to our oldest son. Jaffas are GRATE. Come to the UK, you get them free with Burger King Kids Club Meals. You culturally illiterate bunch of yanks, not having McVities like wot we limeys do. But you do have the METROSTARS, my favourite soccer team in America-land so I supose theres summat. Eh? Sarah xo ===== "But just remember, when your teacher told you to always find a home for stray animals, she wasn't referring to your rectum." -- DNA Mag-AZINE. ____________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.co.uk address at http://mail.yahoo.co.uk or your free @yahoo.ie address at http://mail.yahoo.ie +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+