
Dear Madam
Your poetry is disgusting in parts and feeble in others.I have read a load of rubbish in my time but yours takes the biscuit and the cake too.To coin a phrase at this moment in time
I regret I have wasted five years trying to understand it and you, for when I read a book about post modernism I realised understanding is very bad and there is no absolute reality at all,So you don’t exist and neither do I.
So you need write no more.
And as stamps are so expensive I can’t afford to post it except here on your blog.I must be you and you am I.
Otherwise I could not do this at all.But logic is not so useful now.Telling lies is the latest fashion,Well, when was it not?
Yours sincerely
The lady in the shed with the candle.
PS Why don’t we have electricity in this shed? I can hardly see with the honeysuckle all over it,I need to see the Light




“What do you get if you leave two Jews alone in a room? Three opinions.”
