{"id":781,"date":"2006-10-12T15:12:24","date_gmt":"2006-10-12T15:12:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dml360.wordpress.com\/2006\/10\/12\/12-october-2006\/"},"modified":"2006-10-12T15:12:24","modified_gmt":"2006-10-12T15:12:24","slug":"12-october-2006","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog360.back2sq1.co.uk\/?p=781","title":{"rendered":"12 October 2006"},"content":{"rendered":"
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An unreal few days, seeming to have no function except to precede our holiday – despite the fact that other, overshadowed things have happened. Tonight, in fact, there was a private view by InPrint and a few others at the Playhouse for the Fringe. Four of us read poems – Caroline first, then me, then Lisa, then Rupert. Quite brief – we probably could have read more. The smallish room was reasonably full with the usual suspects – friends of the artists \/ poets. Very enjoyable, though – Annette and Mike also came.<\/p>\n

I sent out a last-minute invitational e-mail to a few friends, and John and Jean Easton turned up, which was very good of them. The picture is of John and the PVM: he was selected for the picture because of his family link, tenuous though it is. My Uncle Ted is also his Uncle Ted – we discovered this at Ted’s funeral. He was the husband of my mother’s sister, and the brother of John’s mother, I believe.<\/p>\n

Off to Heathrow tomorrow. I’m feeling below par – running a slight temperature today which I think was sinus-related. Dot has just started sneezing. Aargh!<\/p>\n

One of the poems I read tonight:<\/p>\n

PERFECT TEARS<\/p>\n

Like snowflakes,
\nall of your tears
\nwere different<\/p>\n

falling down your fine face
\nplunging to the rocks
\non which our love crumbled
\nand where nothing grew<\/p>\n

If your tears had not been constructed
\nso carefully
\nI would have dried them for you<\/p>\n

As it was, being perfect,
\nthey clearly
\ncould not be touched<\/p>\n

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