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Thursday, 07 February 2008

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Prynne is a rich but elusive poet. He's completely different to most British poets of the 20th and 21st century - but don't be put off. He makes words work in very unexpected ways, and it encourages you to read in radically different ways.

Here's a lovely piece from nice poetry chaps from Australia about Prynne:
https://jacketmagazine.com/07/prynne-jk-rm.html

Saw a picture of Rum Doodle (mountain in Antarctica) yesterday taken by one of my colleagues when he was younger and working there as a physicist. Looked very beautiful but rather cold for cats. Thank you very much for the offer of "They Came Like Swallows", cats rarely give up and finally I tracked down a copy at the Heath Public Library in Hampstead and I have nearly finished reading it.

To Glo - so sorry I am not cute and furry in reality, but please continue with the game! Have you read "Jennie" by Paul Gallico? A children's book but probably the best writing about cats (and how it might be to be a human turned into a cat) I have ever come across. Very realistic, not sentimental, will make you laugh and cry.

Dark Puss

A Viking raid? Really? Did they let you in? I know it was Carnival but huh?

I'd be very interested to hear what you think of the Prynne because I read what I think must be the same review and was similarly impressed.

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