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		<title>By: Dagmar</title>
		<link>http://mollyflatt.com/2009/11/10/jewellery/#comment-472</link>
		<dc:creator>Dagmar</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 22:03:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Merely evoking the transient, frail, gossamer thought of the sheer fragrance alone of the Javan vanilla in Ferrero makes you special, Molly. 

Carson McCullers, my dear! Loneliness, loveliness, transgression, humidity and death in the deep South, pass the chocs! Peel me a grape!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Merely evoking the transient, frail, gossamer thought of the sheer fragrance alone of the Javan vanilla in Ferrero makes you special, Molly. </p>
<p>Carson McCullers, my dear! Loneliness, loveliness, transgression, humidity and death in the deep South, pass the chocs! Peel me a grape!</p>
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		<title>By: Molly</title>
		<link>http://mollyflatt.com/2009/11/10/jewellery/#comment-470</link>
		<dc:creator>Molly</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 13:42:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Haven&#039;t read Empson, but now of course I must (just as soon as I&#039;ve finished big ole Christmas Vogue, guilty smile). 

Anyone who is a slurred, lisping, queer, drink-marinated, deft dissolver, not to mention dead, is a friend of mine.

Profound sense of own ingrained, utter ordinariness engulfing me. I&#039;m off for a Ferrero Rondnoir, that&#039;ll make me feel special.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Haven&#8217;t read Empson, but now of course I must (just as soon as I&#8217;ve finished big ole Christmas Vogue, guilty smile). </p>
<p>Anyone who is a slurred, lisping, queer, drink-marinated, deft dissolver, not to mention dead, is a friend of mine.</p>
<p>Profound sense of own ingrained, utter ordinariness engulfing me. I&#8217;m off for a Ferrero Rondnoir, that&#8217;ll make me feel special.</p>
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		<title>By: Dagmar</title>
		<link>http://mollyflatt.com/2009/11/10/jewellery/#comment-468</link>
		<dc:creator>Dagmar</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 12:32:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>... louchely slouched in the purple pools of Lethe, yet in fact settled in Surrey or such purlieus, pretending to be flouncey, but actually, Algernon, merely a little poncey and certainly living longer than a truly sold soul should...

Can you judge a book by its cover?

I once found a nice Hogarth Press large-format paperback copy of William Empson&#039;s &quot;Seven Types of Ambiguity&quot; that some chump had dumped out in the rain, completely sodden, utterly soggy, virtually returned to pulp.

I took it home and conservateured it, drying out the pages,  one by one, by turning them daily as the book sat limp and gasping on the radiator.

Gradually it stiffened.

On the cover is a fabulous black-and-white photograph of the lined face of Empson himself, stretched and weirded-out by the sheer g-forces of his queer and drink-marinated vision.

So that is he!

Previous, po-faced Pelican editions of this great book - which dates back to 1930, for Beelzebub&#039;s sake - had no such image on the cover and one ploughed through the pages with clod-clagged labour.

But read with the slurred, slightly lisping, ever so camp tone of voice of the face on the cover, the book came to life, literally.

He is a big fan of Swinburne and talks of his ambiguities expertly and deftly dissolved in the immersive properties of poetry and verse.

May I say your own tone is infinitely more Molly than Flatt, drenched in fresh meanings that rain effortlessly on the hot brow and longing limbs of those who hunger for stimulation &amp; satisfaction in this over-heated, dazzlingly lit retail space we wander lost around in, parched and blinking.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8230; louchely slouched in the purple pools of Lethe, yet in fact settled in Surrey or such purlieus, pretending to be flouncey, but actually, Algernon, merely a little poncey and certainly living longer than a truly sold soul should&#8230;</p>
<p>Can you judge a book by its cover?</p>
<p>I once found a nice Hogarth Press large-format paperback copy of William Empson&#8217;s &#8220;Seven Types of Ambiguity&#8221; that some chump had dumped out in the rain, completely sodden, utterly soggy, virtually returned to pulp.</p>
<p>I took it home and conservateured it, drying out the pages,  one by one, by turning them daily as the book sat limp and gasping on the radiator.</p>
<p>Gradually it stiffened.</p>
<p>On the cover is a fabulous black-and-white photograph of the lined face of Empson himself, stretched and weirded-out by the sheer g-forces of his queer and drink-marinated vision.</p>
<p>So that is he!</p>
<p>Previous, po-faced Pelican editions of this great book &#8211; which dates back to 1930, for Beelzebub&#8217;s sake &#8211; had no such image on the cover and one ploughed through the pages with clod-clagged labour.</p>
<p>But read with the slurred, slightly lisping, ever so camp tone of voice of the face on the cover, the book came to life, literally.</p>
<p>He is a big fan of Swinburne and talks of his ambiguities expertly and deftly dissolved in the immersive properties of poetry and verse.</p>
<p>May I say your own tone is infinitely more Molly than Flatt, drenched in fresh meanings that rain effortlessly on the hot brow and longing limbs of those who hunger for stimulation &amp; satisfaction in this over-heated, dazzlingly lit retail space we wander lost around in, parched and blinking.</p>
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		<title>By: Molly</title>
		<link>http://mollyflatt.com/2009/11/10/jewellery/#comment-467</link>
		<dc:creator>Molly</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 11:49:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Jackie: The Vintner&#039;s Luck by Elizabeth Knox. It&#039;s beautiful. I&#039;ll check out GWTGF...

Dagmar: Ah, Swinburne. I love that comment from Wilde: &quot;a braggart in matters of vice, who had done everything he could to convince his fellow citizens of his homosexuality and bestiality without being in the slightest degree a homosexual or a bestialize&quot;. I fear we have a few things in common.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Jackie: The Vintner&#8217;s Luck by Elizabeth Knox. It&#8217;s beautiful. I&#8217;ll check out GWTGF&#8230;</p>
<p>Dagmar: Ah, Swinburne. I love that comment from Wilde: &#8220;a braggart in matters of vice, who had done everything he could to convince his fellow citizens of his homosexuality and bestiality without being in the slightest degree a homosexual or a bestialize&#8221;. I fear we have a few things in common.</p>
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		<title>By: Dagmar</title>
		<link>http://mollyflatt.com/2009/11/10/jewellery/#comment-466</link>
		<dc:creator>Dagmar</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 11:30:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Blimey, you look like Russell Brand in your pirate outfit. Do you like Algernon Charles Swinburne? I like your geological and semi-precious references.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Blimey, you look like Russell Brand in your pirate outfit. Do you like Algernon Charles Swinburne? I like your geological and semi-precious references.</p>
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		<title>By: jackie</title>
		<link>http://mollyflatt.com/2009/11/10/jewellery/#comment-465</link>
		<dc:creator>jackie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 08:36:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Love the golden compass. I have a silver bottle of dragon&#039;s breath I wear these days.
Heard you on A Good Read. Book sounded great but can&#039;t remember the title. Can you email it to me, and have you read The Girl with Glass Feet? I think you would like it.
Jackie</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Love the golden compass. I have a silver bottle of dragon&#8217;s breath I wear these days.<br />
Heard you on A Good Read. Book sounded great but can&#8217;t remember the title. Can you email it to me, and have you read The Girl with Glass Feet? I think you would like it.<br />
Jackie</p>
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