David: Ah, thanks -- several mysteries cleared up - a good day's work. The Major Tom and Lulu Lloyd stanza was the one I had most difficulty with. They fit my coherent whole with difficulty. And now I see coherence wasn't something you were striving for. Something this morning made me think of Yeats' "Long Legged Fly" perhaps an association, random or not with your poem: Here is the Yeats Poem: Long-Legged Fly That civilization may not sink Its great battle lost, Quiet the dog, tether the pony To a distant post. Our master Caesar is in the tent Where the maps are spread, His eyes fixed upon nothing, A hand under his head. Like a long-legged fly upon the stream His mind moves upon silence. That the topless towers be burnt And men recall that face, Move most gently if move you must In this lonely place. She thinks, part woman, three parts a child, That nobody looks; her feet Practise a tinker shuffle Picked up on the street. Like a long-legged fly upon the stream Her mind moves upon silence. That girls at puberty may find The first Adam in their thought, Shut the door of the Pope's chapel, Keep those children out. There on the scaffolding reclines Michael Angelo. With no more sound than mice make His hand moves to and fro. Like a long-legged fly upon the stream His mind moves upon silence. -----Original Message----- From: lit-ideas-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx [mailto:lit-ideas-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx] On Behalf Of david ritchie Sent: Sunday, January 29, 2006 2:01 PM To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Cc: Bev Hogue Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: Sunday Poem On such a day my computer chooses to act up, swallowing a long post like beer from Erin's yard. How random. Lulu Lloyd was a real person. All teachers had such nicknames--Beaky Beckwith, Bug Williamson... His joke about the bush telegraph--read "telephone" game in the U.S.--was that a commander sent a message, "Send reinforcements, going to advance," which when passed up the chain of command became, "Send three and fourpence, going to a dance." This was back in the days when pence were d's and not p's. The rest of the references are meant to make you think of those moments when you stare into space and the memory chest suddenly opens. I could tell you what they all mean to me, but what would be the point? The person being addressed is my number two daughter. People her age use "random" in two ways; one we recognize, and which lays emphasis on composition, and another which means something like, "This is difficult to comprehend." Thus you may hear a student say that Henry James is "really random." David Savory is the one with the baby. He probably still lives a few streets away from Straker's front porch, where in the photo you see the two of us discussing matters of great import. Straker was in his favorite Yankee Stadium seat, holding forth. David Ritchie Portland, Oregon ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html