[215] The Loch Ness Monster's Song

                    Sssnnnwhuffffll?
            Hnwhuffl hhnnwfl hnfl hfl?
        Gdroblboblhobngbl gbl gl g g g g glbgl.
    Drublhaflablhaflubhafgabhaflhafl fl fl -
    gm grawwwww grf grawf awfgm graw gm.
Hovoplodok - doplodovok - plovodokot - doplodokosh?
    Splgraw fok fok splgrafhatchgabrlgabrl fok splfok!
                    Zgra kra gka fok!
                   Grof grawff gahf?
                    Gombl mbl bl -
                        blm plm,
                        blm plm,
                        blm plm,
                            blp

  -- Edwin Morgan

Yes, it's a poem. No, I won't be commenting on it. Enjoy!

thomas.

PS. There's a Morgan bio at poem #147

From: Ivona Puszkarczuk <ivona@>

uhh...yeah...sure...

From: "Melting Images" <meltingimages@>

Well, imagine that you are the Loch Ness Monster. (Okay, you have to
believe in it...)  You're enormous, you're ancient, and you're cranky:
fed up with all the video surveillance, and the constant clicking
cameras, and the sonar...all the investigative intrusion.  You're in the
Loch, and you've been there forever, so you wonder -- what's all the
fuss about? Occasionally you surface to peer at some particularly
annoying tourist, but most of the time you're submerged, and I mean
deep, deep down there in the Loch. And you're speaking your monster
language bubblingly through fathoms of cold, lip-numbing water, asking
why the hell they can't leave you alone to patrol the damn Loch in
peace.
thespiritdancer

From: Katherine Woolfitt <kew4@>

Hello!  Great list you've got going here.

I just joined and I was looking over last month's comments, and saw the 
comment about the Edwin Morgan poem, "The Loch Ness Monster's Song".  I 
first came across this in (the 1991 version of) _100 Poems on the 
Underground_, which has an interesting note about it:

"The author explained in conversation that the lonely monster rises from 
the loch and looks round for the companions of his youth -- prehistoric 
reptiles -- and, finding nobody he knows, he descends again to the depths 
after a brief swearing session.  This was confirmed by a nine-year-old boy 
in a workshop, who said the monster was 'looking for a diplodocus'.  When 
asked how he knew that, he said, 'It says so.'  It does."

That remark sent me back to the poem, looking for the diplodocus clue,
and indeed, there it is.  A more subtle poem than perhaps it first
appears.  (Or maybe that's just me, with a tendency to skim.)

Best,
Kate Woolfitt

From: "R.J.B" <vyper@>

Hi and welcome fellow earthling to insengard where all people can relax,
enjoy peace and quiet AND KILL PEOPLE WITH SWORDS he he ha.

Now I will be your instructor as you travel through the safest and
bloodiest place on middle earth. now please keep your hands, arms, legs,
heads, the rest of you bodies and personal equipment i.e. swords, aces,
bows, crossbows and catapults inside or else the will be used by the
orks  of MORDOR now enjoy the ride and do not come back.



IF you dare do test yourself go to las vegas where you will be

From: "lineone" <ian_e@>