Soon.

[LaurieAK]

Dear Andrew-

You used the word "Eureka". That was her middle name.

Then may i suggest a new title:

Soon. Eureka!

(you're welcome )

L

[lizzytysh]

P.S. She was a writer; just found a publisher for her first book. A Californian too.

P.S. interpreted as an update, i.e. what has occurred with her after all those years. Not all "writer"s write books; and "ust found" implies about as 'very recently' as one can get. Not an unreasonable interpretation that you're still in contact, with hot memories from when you were closer. "Had just found" would have placed it in the past.

Let's stick to the poem.

Nah. You can stick to it. I'd rather move on.

Good luck with all those doors.

[Andrew McGeever]

Dear Lizzy,
She had just found a publisher for her first book, and couldn't wait to celebrate. She had phoned me an hour before, and told me to be ready.
Yes, that was in the past: it still matters, though I'm sorry for any confusion caused by the lack of "had".
Regarding doors, I still have one, but not the same as in "Soon". I've moved on too.
Andrew.

[Andrew McGeever]

Maybe this was an "erotic" poem, or something more explicit.

It generated some constructive correspondence at the time: well, that's my point of view.

I haven't got round to editing it yet, but I will, of course, after the burial of "64".

Andrew.

[linda_lakeside]

How interesting to visit the days of olde. As I was reading the thread, I was anticipating which words might be the chosen ones. As we all know, through firsthand knowledge, or merely rumour - writing, prose or poetry, is a long and arduous journey. I'm very glad 'someone' had the foresight, or afterthought, to bring forth these old threads. I can't say I have anything to add to the poem, but do have something to add in terms of ... hmm... 'sentiment' (no! not 'sediment')... long may we run (sic) - and that, as 'they' say, is all she wrote. Best of luck in tying up the loose words, keeping them in their proper place, Andrew, et. al.

[Sue]

Maybe this was an "erotic" poem, or something more explicit.

It generated some constructive correspondence at the time: well, that's my point of view.

Can't say how constructive the subsequent correspondence was but I think the poem itself is tripe. The images it conjures up are all cliches, nothing original, nothing unexpected - it reads like an exercise in adolescent self-titillation. Just my opinion, but on this occasion I feel like expressing one.

[Andrew McGeever]

Dear Sue,
I agree with you: it's "tripe" (sic).
Just a biographical piece of sentimentality.
Not the constitution of poetry.

End of thread

Andrew.