Meet me at the tower, we'll do some gardening amid the butterflies (The 5th of several "Odes")

It is colourful like Anna , its vibrant like Anna ... I think that darling lady would be hard to catch , she would be darting around away from the butterfly net , for thats how I see her a dancing butterfly like her picture ... Beautiful work that is Anna ... Love Jayne

hey! A beautiful write, this. Astonishing. Depthful. Wonderful. Can't say enough. And if I should try, I'd say too much. Gratefully, Chuck

I have read some of Anna's work, but now I will have to read it all. A daunting task to say the least. But, from the words I see, [both her's, and now your praise of her], I will have to find the time to read every speck. Awesome work, an ode to remember! Gee.

My beautiful sweet Anni (of course that would be your name ;-) Sometimes I just have to thank God/ess for the gift of poetry, of meeting *you* and being touched by an angel. Love. ~A "There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic." Anais Nin

There you are. And what makes Anna so special that she gets a rhyme free zone? Just kidding around. Lots and lots of collections of phrases: Love that slips, is sliced or stolen Away Away… We, Autumn leaves in freedom Heart shaped, red, skeletal Tumbling, wind chased, thin, down the lane toward the winter And yet, within still beats more warmly, dear one The glowing, crimson centre of a thousand joys and sorrows Look! It was an effigy, of nature’s fashioning And we giggle In the “Now” The “Is” More frequently I stumble upon the Eden of my dreams those without an architect, if not serendipity This Babylon of poetry Beauties. Sooth to tender tribe you are. I meant, some time ago, to encourage really, a movie called The Aristocrats. It is a documentary about artist courage, a comedic rosary, but very dark, rank, difficult and, therefore, important. Think of it as the comedic equivalent of the medical right of passage, where budding doctors have to suffer through three hours of porn movies, moving from awkward to bored, so that the real discussion of sex in medicine can begin in the classroom. As to one of the most exceptional TV series (right in there with Rome, Newsroom, and a few others) consider Deadwood. Parts can be enormously difficult to watch, for you especially I think, but it grows like the town into community and one begins to see the interrelationships between dark and light so much more easily. I endorse renting a couple of years of episodes (about 22). The writer wrote the whole script in a group setting, dictating to a typist. Often the script was written the same day as shooting. There are great levels of historical accuracy in the flavours of this depiction. I have been to Deadwood, in the Black Hills of South Dakota, it is not really that far from here, perhaps 500 miles. Very close to Mount Rushmore, both being built on stolen Indian land. But to warn again, Deadwood was a notoriously lawless town, one of the last holdouts of the old west. 90% male, lots of violence, the few women were predominantly creatures of male comfort and abuse. Its script rests heavily on classical Greek notions of presentment and staging. The language is probably a little more casually cursive than Australia, although it also becomes more complex, subtle, inverted and metaphorical as the series runs. Won loads of prizes. If you get past the first six, you're away. Much like the doctors acclimatizing. I guess I have caught the blurts. Brian