Page 229 from Issue 80 Monday night, FebTU4ry 24. Weary, work not done, week scarcely begun: such ... flying into black bits-how new, now, is my confidence: I can endure... Friday afternoon, March 14.... ... walk. Will my legs be sturdy? ••• Friday afternoon, March 2B.... Saturday I groaned, took pellets of ...

awareness of the limits of the poem. Friday March 07,2003,4:26 pm Dear Meena you are not so far today. why ... a week or so earlier when David Harvey had addressed a few of us and listening to his words I had turned ... the beginnings of a poem. But because the printer in the English Department was out of order I emailed ...

actually, and suspended as if in a slingshot. Like the 4 P.M. lockdown count, they would soon be upon us ... Out on the field, the ballgame was almost over. The Repeat Offenders had something like a twenty-run ... leaning against a fence near the perimeter. It felt good to be out there in the heat, to know the cops ...

gaiiowl used to clank Fast by the lour cross ways. The poet goes on to say: They hang us now In Shrewsbury ... Ballad of Reading Gaol begins: On moonlit heath and lonesome bank The sheep beside me gaze; And yon the ... jail: ••• He declares, with the irony of truth: There sleeps In Shrewsbury jaU to-night, Or wakes, as ...