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Tuesday, 17 February, 2004
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Adelphi North - a poem
Adelphi North
season falls grey
seamless layered cloud close
boxing delivered day
rung in by semi-tones
muted pleasant
Taut felt, fabric pressed flat
against lowered sky
as routes errands steps press
against ground
inscribing circles
scratched from doors
to destinations
staked between
background browns
over dry yellow grass
dense winter green
in half-tone light
._._. pb _._
The adelphi north is a bus,
not a magic bus as such,
more a bridge as in
lines composed upon adelphi north...
But as a wharf can be a disappointed bridge
so can a bus be a disappointing one
8:06:08 PM  ;;
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© Copyright
2004
Paul Bushmiller.
Last update:
3/04/04; 00:57:23.
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- Prolegemma to any future FAQ.
- Who are you again?
- paul bushmiller
- what is it exactly that you do?
- at the least, this.
- What is this?
- it's a weblog.
- How long have you been doing it?
- 3 or 4 years. I used to run it by hand; Radio Userland is more convenient.
- Ever been overseas?
- yes
- Know any foreign languages?
- no
- Favorite song?
- victoria - the kinks
- favorite book?
- any book I can read in a clean well lighted place
- Is this one of those websites with lots of contentious, dogmatic and brittle opinions?
- no
- What do you expect to accomplish with this?
- something
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