tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19102157.post113596556503303197..comments2013-09-11T09:17:54.432+00:00Comments on misunderstood second wife: BarbieMessalinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15973149790071270448noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19102157.post-1136018298123839742005-12-31T08:38:00.000+00:002005-12-31T08:38:00.000+00:00That's one of my favourites of yours (along with '...That's one of my favourites of yours (along with 'Sketching the Moors') - not sure what to think about being drawn to sinister poetry...<BR/><BR/>As for you, perhaps it is a glimpse into the future when you become evil dad, steal the Barbie from your pretty little daughter's hands and fulfil your long suppressed violent desires. Heh.Messalinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15973149790071270448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19102157.post-1135989143113463412005-12-31T00:32:00.000+00:002005-12-31T00:32:00.000+00:00Weird. But interesting article. And it makes me re...Weird. But interesting article. And it makes me reflect on a few lines from one of my own poems, "At the Harry Potter Launch":<BR/><BR/> <B>Striplight on, <BR/>striplight off, he can play for hours, Barbie’s beehive<BR/>stretched and twined round the ceiling fan.. </B><BR/><BR/>Now how on earth did that image drop into my head? I never had a Barbie and yet I still may harbour subconscious Robhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17046788730174617923noreply@blogger.com