Re: More than enough about Sweden

["gordon" <dwilhelmi@ti...co.uk>]

  Surely nobody objects to the contribution from the esteemeable Mr Rush ? 
I've added Viking Land to the places we've been this summer without even 
starting the van. More !
  But Israel ?
  Bridport mate ! Dorsetshire.
  It has a derelict Theatre, 'The Palace' it says on the tiled floor, and 
you can still see the ticket booth through the rusty padlocked gates.
  I wanna win the pools/lottery/anything/enough and buy it, have the 
Aero's play the opening night, invite the mayor, you know, all the 
trimmings
  Does anyone know what the winning numbers are going to be this week ?

  G----- Original Message ----- 
    From: Paul Vearncombe 
    To: blueplanes@st...net 
    Sent: Wednesday, August 25, 2004 6:46 PM
    Subject: Re: [Blueplanes] More than enough about Sweden


    I must apologise for provoking this outburst from Mr Rush, but I'm 
sort of glad I did.  

    PV2
      ----- Original Message ----- 
      From: Philip Rush 
      To: blueplanes@st...net 
      Sent: Wednesday, August 25, 2004 8:11 AM
      Subject: Re: [Blueplanes] More than enough about Sweden


      The event

      The event is taking place all over town.
      Every viking who can play an instrument
      has been roped in. As one band fades out

      another fades in, like an amateur DJ
      has seized control of the soundtrack of the city.
      At the harbour quay, there is a camp

      destroyer, with miniskirted visitors
      and its gun barrels done up in pink
      cling-film so they’re the ultimate

      dildo. Other weird vessels, too,
      including a flat one I really can’t read.
      A monitor. And playing on the harbour quay,

      making their own contribution to the event,
      the summer festival of Göteborg (pronounced Yortiborg):
      the Schytts. A tour bus and everything. 

      And the vikings do their unique viking dance
      on the specially constructed viking dance floor,
      though an inexpert eye might confuse

      original viking ethnic ballet
      for jiving and straight-up rock and roll,
      which is where the Schytts come in.

      One drunk viking in a white vest
      and a cloud of lager-on-tap breath
      persuades a woman in her fifties to dance with him: 

      they bop and canoodle like they’re twenty-three again. 
      Like it’s nineteen sixty-one. 
      You do the math.
      We sit with our beers on the long benching
      at the long tables under the long canopy
      at the end of the long summer’s long day,

      making sure we make it home before Grendel
      is due in from the boggy moors along the Jönköping road. 
      And on the way back to our elegant Swedish 

      apartment, every bench has its own Abba.
      Honest. No messing. No question about it.
      When I get back, all being well,

      I’m starting a tribute band to the Schytts.
      I just have to think of a name which really works,
      capturing the spirit of the music but

      with that little touch of irony.

      Guidebooks

      Under the huge sky, 
      the Swedes were invisible. 
      Just their farms, their toy farms,

      their little collections of plastic buildings
      spray-painted with dark rust paint.
      And their churches,

      every one a backdrop to Ibsen
      or Strindberg. With its rigid
      spire in its dutiful white.

      You could tell just how hypocritical
      the Pastor must be, just by driving
      past. You’ve seen the film,

      read all the plays, after all.
      At the Swedish Connemara seaside,
      following our picnic,

      of course we looked out for the willowy
      blondes we’d read about. 
      100% nude.

      We found forty-seven fat old women
      with varicose veins and complicated swimsuits
      which combined modesty with built in prostheses

      and life-support systems. And there were big, floppy
      jellyfish in the water ballooning
      and puffing as if they were out of breath.

      They splashed to the edge of the shallows,
      the fat women,
      and watched the chemical works on the horizon from there.

      In the cities, the streets were filthy
      as a docker’s Y-fronts.
      There were four rats running round

      the Cathedral precinct.

      A glimpse of eastern Europe

      By the iron gates to the park,
      for which the town council
      makes a small admission charge,
      this elegant café, nestling under the trees, 

      roped off, is where the agents meet,
      where contact is made over chocolate,
      where the jackdaws busy themselves
      with the left-overs and the pastry crumbs.

      And this is where the lovers wait.
      He wears his best brown suit.
      The trouser legs conceal his one pair
      of leather shoes. She wears lipstick.

      They talk in code. They have made
      themselves sad by remembering
      the future and anticipating the past.
      One day he will spell it out

      in that sad pause between asking
      for the reckoning and paying up.
      ‘It’s for the best,’ he will say, and her eyes
      will turn towards the rose garden.

      She will be able to see the palm house
      and the warden’s villa;
      the brown paint of the Lagerhuset
      will contain this moment.


      On 24 Aug 2004, at 18:35, Paul Vearncombe wrote:


        More.
        ----- Original Message -----
        From: Philip Rush 
        To: blueplanes@st...net 
        Sent: Tuesday, August 24, 2004 8:08 AM
        Subject: Re: [Blueplanes] (no subject)

        Went to Sweden.

        Nice.

        Enough?


        On 23 Aug 2004, at 19:18, Paul Vearncombe wrote:


        In?  I might as well be.
         
        News, of a sort, everybody.  Had a message from Ann Sheldon.  She 
says:
         
        G working on another LIT while The album has been properly 
mastered and will be sent to record cos shortly...

        there may be some gigs in Norway!
         
        So there you have it, straight from the proverbial.  So...who's 
been on holiday?  Anyone?
         
        PV2



         
        ----- Original Message -----
        From: gordon
        To: blueplanes@st...net
        Sent: Sunday, August 22, 2004 11:27 PM
        Subject: [Blueplanes] (no subject)


        knock knock !
        Is anyone in ?


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