reader as wanker

Scottie Bowman (bowman@mail.indigo.ie)
Sat, 12 Sep 1998 18:46:47 +0000

	`...I've written dozens of crappy stories and poems that no one 
	has ever read, and to me those stories are dead. They have not 
	been given life by the reader, so they just end up being words 
	without meaning...'

	This sounds like a cry from the heart.  Lomanno must not give up 
	hope. I found his text profoundly moving & evocative.  

	As I read, almost immediately there appeared before my mind's 
	eye - a bed.  A big, warm, cosy bed in which a man might go to 
	sleep.  Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care.  Balm of 
	hurt minds, great nature's second course.  And if a bed why not 
	a girl to share that sleep ?  A lovely big juicy girl with bouncy 
	hair & inviting lips & with a fund of government anecdotes.  
	Or a jolly sun-kissed girl from the outback with a penchant 
	for literary theory .....

	So it went.  A rather more engaging piece of writing than any 
	of old Jerome's agonisings.  I look forward the next installment 
	with eagerness.

	Scottie B.