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Eighteenth Century Thoughts [Sep. 1st, 2004|04:32 pm]
Tony Grist
We're back. And I can blog without fretting about the phone bill (we're on broadband here.)

I wrote this on the train. It's a poem (I suppose.)


I am having eighteenth century thoughts;
Urns and pyramids comfort me,
Hope is our anchor
(Or is it faith that is the anchor?)
And the Cross is our sure support.

The train goes north. At Wellingborough there are harvested fields behind a white picket fence and a man in tartan shorts (not an employee of the railway company) walks along the platform blessedly picking up litter.

Welcome to Northamptonshire
Rose of the Shires.

But no life is as lively as the life of London which I am leaving-
Its crowds unselected by race or religion-
And the stucco, ye gods and goddesses, the stucco!

[User Picture]From: mtl
2004-09-01 09:34 am (UTC)

welcome back!

I hope all is well!
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2004-09-01 09:53 am (UTC)

Re: welcome back!

Thanks, yes. I'm fine. It's nice to have unlimited internet access again. :)
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[User Picture]From: kaysho
2004-09-01 10:51 am (UTC)
I especially like the parenthetical aside about the man in the tartan shorts and the idea of "its crowds unselected".
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2004-09-01 11:31 am (UTC)

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From: amritarosa
2004-09-01 11:16 am (UTC)
I dig it.
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2004-09-01 11:32 am (UTC)
Groovy, man!:)
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