Hello beautiful ones... I'm back to sinistah land after having visited my family and friends in my home city... I missed you all so much... well, it seems that the PoEtRy PaRrOt that Owen sent over to me here in sunny Greece was waiting for me to come back... I just wish that Owen could fly over here with the parrot... mmmm... but meanwhile, he was so naughty fooling around with my pooter... he went to #sinister and found pretty Julie there (cyberglam) and forced her to post a very very nice poem... isn't he really something? he's going to be a father soon and still he acts like a baby parrot... this must be the most immature parrot I came across in my entire life... he thinks that his glittering blue feathers will get him away with anything... well, not this time... he sits on my shoulder now fiffling like mad... stop it you silly bird... birdy nam-nam... mmmm well, I came up with this poem by Olivia Weatherspoon! it was written in late '40s... she's obviously influenced by the surealists... I found this poem in an anthology... I hope you'll enjoy it... "Linger" * Like a child lost his toys due to some witch's envy of his blissful innocence Reality's our only choice... but be cautious... 'cause miracles take longer but eventually they may come true... and then in a fearful explosion of boundless joy, I'll lean over to you and kiss your lips with hunger springs from all this time of loneliness... and the skies shall open wide to bare my still, tho' amazing happiness... who could blame me... you're lost in your magnetic fields** of vanity... Still, still and frozen into endless despair... will you reply..? I know you won't... As night falls down I'll make a wish to the stars, the same stars you're looking at... may this pain be fruitful... may you look at the stars and wonder about that chill that corresses your ear... may... Suddenly... you came to me and said... It's not me you're looking for... do not put this burden on me... can't stand it... sorry... it's not me, not me.... Just you and your big ideas... Half the way you moved... not even half... and you claim to be the one who had tried harder... so hard indeed... you sold me out in an oriental market... flesh... that is... flesh... Notes: * I'm sorry for any mistakes; thing is I re-translate this poem from greek, so... ** "...magnetic fields of vanity"... I think it's a reference to the book by André Breton and Philippe Soupault "Magnetic Fields" that caused a lot of talk at its era... that was it.. hope you liked it... I want to send the parrot now to Jordi Trenzano in Spain, 'cause the parrot tells me that he loves it here in warm mediteranean countries and he'd love to stay some more before he flies back north... maybe to the country of geordies... Starry, Paul F. ... be prepared!!! bye now... take care all of you sweet peas Love Vel xoxo ____________________________________________________________ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+