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>Date: Fri, 8 Aug 1997 00:04:03 -0500
>To: mahan@microwrks.com
>From: Tom Robison
>Subject: Re: “monitor”
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>T.M. Oliver wrote:
>
> >Having been to see the elephant, contemplated the impermanence of
> >existence, gazed upon the Apocalypse, and smelled Death’s rotting
> >breath close at hand, I sieze my rewards from the simplest of
> >pleasures….
> >The gentle rip of surf on sand, the cool, musty bite of a well-brewed
> >ale, the briny tang imparted by a fresh oyster, the dark heart of
> >carefully aged whisky, the incomparable savor of the first slash of rare
> >beef, the aggressive impact of a powerful pinot, Summer’s first real
> >tomato, the smoky complex fire of chipotle sauce, the combined reek of
> >gunpowder and working dogs across an Autumn pasture, the blessed
> >combination of green chile and tomatillo, the ectasy of lump or backfin
> >crabmeat (from blues), fresh Gulf Snapper or the season’s first inshore
> >shrimp, all prepared with Spartan simplicity, the secret glimpse of a
> >shadowed nipple within the gap of a loose blouse, the “Scent of a
> >Woman” (not the movie, the experience), the astringent bite of
> >lime-dosed gin and tonic in a tropical twilight, the lung-filling tingle
> >of the first drag on a post-coital Camel, smoked salmon and a good
> >Sunday newspaper….among these are found ample joys to counter
> >inevitable misfortune and grief.
>
>Assuming you wrote the above yourself, you are a poet, Sir. Where might I
>find more of your writings?
>
>If you did not pen this inspiring missive, pray, tell us who did.
>
>
>
>Tom Robison
>Ossian, Indiana
>tcrobi@mindspring.com

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