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Shaun

Tonight, instead of publishing a poem, I want to remember a friend, someone who was probably the best friend I ever had, and who died a couple of weeks ago. Shaun was someone I could talk about anything with – All the intellectual stuff that just seems to bore most people. We used to discuss Poetry, Art, Music, Philosophy, Religion, History, Science, Mathematics, Photography and so on. Shaun was my teacher and mentor for a lots of stuff in the Arts and Philosophy and Music. I'm listening to "Life Worth Living" by Uncle Tupelo. It took Shaun two years to get me to listen to Uncle Tupelo, but once he got me to listen to it, I liked it and this song particularly resonated with me. I shall also play Fade Into You by Mazzy Star, another band he turned me onto, and a couple of songs from Sufjan Stevens, including one that cuts right to the heart of the matter, because the song, concerns a young woman who dies of cancer, and that's what happened to Shaun a couple of weeks ago. He was so much younger than me and it seems to unfair. I shall finish off with Fleet Foxes, another great band Shaun got me to listen to. If there's another side to this strange mystery called Life after Life flows away from us, then I hope to see you on that other side where we can listen to great music again that no one else seems to like. I miss you immensely every time I hear a song by some band I've never heard before that I know you would like and now I can no longer send it to you, and now I will never get to hear what new and exciting new bands you discover. Perhaps some day, I will finally get my head around that bizarre philosophy you introduced me to: Post-structuralism! Take care mate, wherever you are. Casimir Pulansky Day is playing and the tears are falling. Maybe it just cuts too close to reality. Ah well, Tiger Mountain Peasant Song will be next.

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i am so sorry for your very great loss. he sounds like a very up-beat kind of friend. was he a member of Neopoet? I had a friend, long ago who was my mentor. he introduced to many things, I was an apt pupil. we were separated by distance and circumstance. we kept in touch for a while, but drifted apart with busy lives. I often think about him. be glad for having known him. from the sound of him, I think he would be pleased if you keep on discovering new things. celebrate having had him in your life and lift a beer to him in toast.

*Hugs, Cat

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Thanks. It's true what you say, though that doesn't stop me missing my mate. I'm still putting together a playlist of songs from all the bands he turned me onto and then stuck onto my computer before I left Guernsey. Right now, it's "Gold Tooth" by Kelly Joe Phelps. This playlist is going to be too long to bang onto a single CD, and I'm debating whether or not to put "Mr Tambourine Man" onto it because, though I am not a fan of Dylan, Shaun stuck all his stuff (older, 60s stuff only! – I definitely didn't want any of the Born Again Bob stuff!) on there as well (along with a lot of Niel Young stuff I was unfamiliar with). Trouble is, it's me who likes Mr Tambourine Man, since it resonates with so much of my own life as a kind of nomadic bohemian drifter. Thus, I would be putting it on more form me than my mate, and nothing else from Dylan really turns mah crank the way that song does. And which Neil Young song …

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FOR YOUR SADNESS I'd like to share 2 or three poems
one THERE IS NOTHING BEYOND BEYOND
SECOND GRIEF BE BRIEF
THIRD WHY MY FRIENDS FALL FROM MY WAY
FIRST AND SECOND MAYBE HERE IF YOU SEARCH THE THIRD I'LL DIG MY ARCHIVES soonly.
About music I feel sad DEAFY me now the world knows it Life does not go on and on we can sing till our throat's on

sorry for all caps DEAREST MI LORD I'M HALF BLIND YOU called me ee cummings some Shakespeare I'n admixture Sir of Beethoven Shakespeare Wordsworth and one blind poet I can't recall .....LORD BROWNING ....maybe......
as midnight in CANADA nears
YOU knoe
LORDS MY DEAR...

we all shall fade after twilight
one day
if not today
some other day
may

That's a nice bit of stream of consciousness poetry you've posted here! It's strange but I have not yet written a poem for my mate. I banged one off after me mum died and several during and shortly after my dad's final illness. Inspiration will come when it comes, I suppose. Perhaps after I have finished putting to gather a music playlist to remember him by. A friend sent me the play-list for his final ceremony. (He played sax at the event.) I haven't written any poetry for ages, despite wanting to get on with another acrostic sonnet series (this one on Life and what a strange and mysterious thing this dance of carbon actually is).

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(this one on Life and what a strange and mysterious thing this dance of carbon actually is).

What is CALAND? We're 80% water and the rest is mostly carbon and hydrogen, with lots of oxygen, nitrogen and phosphorus, and smatterings of calcium, sodium, potassium, chloride, iron, copper, magnesium (more if you are a photosynthetic organism), selenium, and several others, some unique to different groups of organisms (such as silicon to equisetums and diatoms). Life is all about the chemistry of Carbon, which seems infinitely versatile in the compounds it can form; hence, the dance of carbon. Even the simplest organic compounds, the hydrocarbons, can potentially form an infinite variety of compounds. Graphite, for example, consists of sheets of joined benzene rings in layers that potentially can extend indefinitely. Make a three d version of this, losing all the hydrogen atoms, and you have a diamond! So, shine on you crazy diamond!

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