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THE INTRODUCTION
As said before, all these works could be called pieces, because I was
broken
when I wrote them. Or, ‘works in progress’, because they are just that.
Of course some of them contain far too many words, and some of them
contain very rude ones too. I use these when it seems to be the right
thing to do.
The ones that rhyme are always songs, I can’t help it, I’d love to write
a song
without the tumpty tumpty tum aspect, but I haven’t so far.
Zen Garden was unleashed in December 2000, and featured fifty bits of
stuff.
The version here has been edited for the sake of your patience and my
shame.
Orpheus Blues was set free in December 2001 and starred thirty – five
parts,
also cut down to size for public consumption. How many spelling
mistakes?
Best Dregs, consists of the ones I have an attachment to, but didn’t
think
good enough for the public to pay for, although you are, a little, if
you are even
reading this far. The Disapearing Englishman (December 2003) will
follow, after
the first printing has run out. Now ask me how many copies are made, heh
heh…
Please feel free to critisise or praise, the best will be put onto the
site, but keep
it honest, all of the writings here are, however they sound to you.
No pose, no pseudo, everything is real. That does not excuse bad writing
however.
I know how these poems could be ripped to shreds. But I like them.
(He says, censoring a ranted paragraph…)
If you have the need to post your own work, please do, you will be
credited under
your own name. (If they ‘fit’ here - this is my ‘own’ site after all,
but if I can do it, so
can you etc etc.) Should you choose to ignore the copyright for reasons
of your own,
there is a serious and true curse connected to any who would steal these
‘works’
without love in their hearts. This is real, and you have been warned. No
second chance.
Bring out your dead and your living too, a call to mental arms and
spiritual peace.
Ha ha ha. At very least, an exorcism…
God bless Geocities and all her pop - ups too.
Never buy anything advertised.
I hope you enjoy something here.
David Westfield. 2004
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