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June 05, 2011


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Mitch, I'll follow you anywhere. I love this poem.

Yes, thank you, I enjoyed this story very much. It gave me a lot of laughs. My pen was ready when I read it, so I could put asterisks next to a lot of favorite lines and next to some lines I even added one or two exclamation points. I'm sure I'm not alone when I say a best part is when you wrote, "Phrases like, 'In the nimbus of religious awe,' which Whitehead used so gracefully, made one forget he was a mathematician." And what line could be better than, "...Some passages caused him to stamp his foot." That's just to name a couple. Between the foot stamping and the head banging--and the part about Eve and Whistler's Mother (always a pleasure to read the word "dour" in anything), I was happy as a clam, as you used to say. And surely you heard me laugh outloud at "Wow, she thought. All men were the same. . . .'It's okay,' she said. 'Just don't have a stroke.'"
If I were in school, I'd do a book report on you.

Mitch, I love this, too. (I'll be right behind Stacey, because she's cuter. All men
are the same.)

this is one of the grfeat contributions to both Judaism, Wgitehead, and poetry, and I wouold like to see this poem recuited in publioc every eight or ten days, nay even daily, because this is a poem with a whole philosophy of life, it is in its own way, a wisdom poem like so mcuh of Lord Byron's Don Juanm, and I think that like
Don Juan it is a poem about love and those things thast sdkeweer it. I will only say that the painter muist exist, like Repinm to Tolstopi, who will illuminate this work with say the famous cartoons of Frege. I am proud to say that I also have referred to the immortakl Frege in the poem Commentaryt Text Commentary Tex Commentaryt Text, a metre monkey comparesd to this elongated poem. Yes, I have to find myself agreeing with Meville, I mean Hilton Obenzxingferm that this epos is only one half dione. But I accept it as a basic torso of a work, as Buchner said of Bruckner. Letg us assemble every year at the Sundial oh you know where and recite this poem in awe and trwemblinmg, the music calculated to drive all philosophers mad. I have much more to say, say about Wghitehead's fear of poverty, but I will pause till it cionme back to nmwe. DJS chief fan club memeberL Frege Fuiddle and Siskind...almost September ll 3009 or 40ll

i really appreciate these expressions of interest and support. It's great to have the very readers i had hoped for. As Fulke Greville, Lord Brooke, once expressed it, "Therefore I chose not to write for those upon whose foot the Black Ox had not yet already trod..."

Me too, Mitch. Fulke Greville be praised. We should post one of his immortal poems on this site. -- DL

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