Dear Sheila Murphy, I was away again in Poland this time, but had no time to read your works. But I heard the news about the poet Creeley dying and when I read this text of yours, I thought, she must be talking about him. But then I thought, perhaps I ought to make this at the blog I made for you__ turning out it was your birthday the day it came into being, but you know, sadly, or fatefully, I lost my passport, I mean the password to that thing. so it sits in outer space, a lost tribute to your poetry. My english has improved since I last wrote to you. But now I am writing and think, but no this cannot be so, to say a poem is written for one man to one woman, or vice versa, a woman to a man, only, is this not false, and it's not what I learned from my professor _ the one or two I learned from were both great ones, and most humble, I suspect your poem is like a blanket that speaks another simile to the speech you raise to the sky with your poetry. I think perhaps I am becoming the reader born for your work.Am I losing my head? other poems now make me sleepy, their predictable sentences seem the same. Yet I will not say that, because truly, why compare the to the other. I had one teacher, who said to me, if poets are generous to each other, it is a sign of neurosis. But though he read in a more sonorous way than anyone I have heard since, he was not the most rich or intelligent of my teachers. I suggest your poem is part of the greater moving identity of North American poetry that it connects and links secretly too all of them. and this is a singular but universal radiance. So merci as always.
I have been away on a business trip, checking out some very important mechanisms which will allow me to further certain interests I have in a number of concerns which relate to the commercialisation of art. You will have to forgive me if my English is not very well expressed, but I am not of this land of America.
I am writing to you from a space which is orangy and purple, but not distressingly so. There are also other tones of colour in my immediate vicinity which would be explained as citrus or cream in decorating magazines. I want to tell you that I wish to make contact with the annonymous person who has become a fan, as I too am a supporter of your work, although in a type I cannot express to well, due to the poorness of my language commands. Hopefully, by swimming with your poetry I will clutch what is necessary for a getting well with my usage of english, but until that time Ms Murphy, I must only be wanting to tell you in stumbleing ways.
being this beingthis amateur of Sheila Murphy, the American poet, and now a cruel cutting comment from some American ? Wherefore? Writers are unkind, but worse are fellow readers. None are more cruel.
forgive me for being something less than a hateful coward, but a lover of her poems. http://anonymousreader.blogspot.com/
No mon Jean Jeanete, Je suis un fan de Ms Murphy avec vous/tu? mon amis? Please absolve me of mistaken making, but I am not well with english, unless I am slowly taking and reading dictionary as write, which is not at now, as I am in a busy to go shopping with my lover, who I cannot name for fear of partner distressing and doing foolish actions such as crime de passion.
I no want to be hurting you, only to become part of Ms Murphy supporters and encouragements so her beauty in words can proudly display itself unfettered and garner recognition deserving of such genius.
I must hurry to exit, as I have just heard my lover come and if they found out that Ms Murphy was my true dwelling on then it may be possible that inflame will occur, so I must bid adieu until I return from where the goods are stocked for therapy.
because you are such an ignorant person who chooses to mock my own efforts I have made a complaint to your own very kind Ron Silliman. This man, unlike you , is not one to mock those from different countries. you think because my english is not so good, that I cannot read? since you mocked then me too I can be cruel. That comment I made is in the top of the blog of Mister Silliman. So, I will tell you_for sure no one in my country would write a book of you, but about Sheila Murphy, some will.
I am in shock and hurt with what accusing is occured. I too am not of America and am struggling with learn to english. Maybe you should stop to worry too much and chill, after all artists are all as one underneath and in the eyes of god
I was frock pert and a quid avec ave recusant was occurred.I two was not of your Amerique . Stuggled to learn too your America.English was not myfrock? Stop much after all worry artists are of learn? english god?Maybe is not the word of learn? Not the word of worry? not the word of artist. underneath was the
I have been away on a business trip, checking out some very important mechanisms which will allow me to further certain interests I have in a number of concerns which relate to the commercialisation of art. You will have to forgive me if my English is not very well expressed, but I am not of this land of America.
I am writing to you from a space which is orangy and purple, but not distressingly so. There are also other tones of colour in my immediate vicinity which would be explained as citrus or cream in decorating magazines. I want to tell you that I wish to make contact with the annonymous person who has become a fan, as I too am a supporter of your work, although in a type I cannot express to well, due to the poorness of my language commands. Hopefully, by swimming with your poetry I will clutch what is necessary for a getting well with my usage of english, but until that time Ms Murphy, I must only be wanting to tell you in stumbleing ways.
Yours
Anon
beingthis amateur of Sheila Murphy, the American poet, and now a cruel cutting comment from some American ? Wherefore? Writers are unkind, but worse are fellow readers. None are more cruel.
forgive me for being something less than a hateful coward, but a lover of her poems.
http://anonymousreader.blogspot.com/
I no want to be hurting you, only to become part of Ms Murphy supporters and encouragements so her beauty in words can proudly display itself unfettered and garner recognition deserving of such genius.
I must hurry to exit, as I have just heard my lover come and if they found out that Ms Murphy was my true dwelling on then it may be possible that inflame will occur, so I must bid adieu until I return from where the goods are stocked for therapy.
Your Friend in Murphy Alliance
Anon
because you are such an ignorant person who chooses to mock my own efforts I have made a complaint to your own very kind Ron Silliman. This man, unlike you , is not one to mock those from different countries. you think because my english is not so good, that I cannot read? since you mocked then me too I can be cruel. That comment I made is in the top of the blog of Mister Silliman. So, I will tell you_for sure no one in my country would write a book of you, but about Sheila Murphy, some will.
not the word of artist.
underneath was the
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