Treasure Island

Michael Shepherd

(8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

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Some people love the experimental in poetry
Poetry, in the experimental, love some people
Love poetry, experimental people. Some
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  • Not a member No 4 (7/6/2007 5:42:00 AM)

    Glad you went 'post irony' Michael. That took you right to the front of the field. Funny, inventive, timely, and right out there withit cool. (Report) Reply

  • Tara very irritated with PH injustice (7/6/2007 5:25:00 AM)

    M, I believe this piece brings us into post-post-post-post modernism? (And mine hasn't arrived yet) . (Niether post nor modernity) . Actually, you remind me of Richard Rorty here. 'Contingency, Irony and Solidarity' - my favourite book - but distinctly lacking the first and last. Please can you remove that tongue from your cheek and write some more? (Or leaving it there is good also) .. t xxx (Report) Reply

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