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110 Aldeburgh States and has just been released in the U.K. by Bloodaxe Books. Warning Lovers of hunting, and beginners seeking your prey: Don’t aim your rifles at my happiness, which isn’t worth the price of the bullet (you’d waste on it). What seems to you so nimble and fine, like a fawn, and flees every which way, like a partridge, isn’t happiness. Trust me: my happiness bears no relation to happiness. 12.9.1988
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Aldeburgh The Bell at Forty: The Destruction of a Village The past dozes beside me as the ringing does beneath its grandfather bell. And the bitterness follows me, as chicks trail after the mother hen. And the horizon . . . that eyelid tightly shut over the sands and blood – what did it leave you? And, what hope does it hold? 30.8.1988 111 Thrombosis in the Veins of Petroleum When I was a child I fell into a pit but didn’t die; I sank in a pond when I was young, but did not die; and now, God help us – one of my habits is running into battalions of mines along the border, as my songs

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Aldeburgh

States and has just been released in the U.K. by Bloodaxe Books.

Warning

Lovers of hunting, and beginners seeking your prey: Don’t aim your rifles at my happiness, which isn’t worth the price of the bullet (you’d waste on it). What seems to you so nimble and fine, like a fawn, and flees every which way, like a partridge, isn’t happiness. Trust me: my happiness bears no relation to happiness.

12.9.1988

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