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    Metalanguage
    Metalanguage
    Metalanguage
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    Metalanguage

    By Alan Kenneth Kite

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    Alan Kenneth Kite's first book of poetry: an inventive helical adventure; an audacious lexical odyssey.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAlan Kenneth Kite
    Release dateJun 29, 2010
    ISBN9781452367552
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      Book preview

      Metalanguage - Alan Kenneth Kite

      METALANGUAGE

      Alan Kenneth Kite

      Published by Alan Kenneth Kite at Smashwords

      Copyright 2010 Alan Kenneth Kite

      Alan Kenneth Kite's brightredkite.com brings together the realms of writing, web and graphic design in an ever-evolving smorgasbord of delicacies.

      His first collection of poetry, Metalanguage, was published in 2007. His first play, Lose the Plot, was performed in the spring of 2008; the accompanying enigmatic children's book was published later that same year. His second collection of poetry, Raven duet, was published in 2009.

      Alan Kenneth Kite writes to excite and designs to delight.

      Alan Kenneth Kite has asserted his moral rights © First edition published 2007.

      CONTENTS

      Martello Park

      Nights on the tiles

      Tequila sunrise

      Neighbourhood watch

      The library clerk

      Professor Peach

      The peacocks

      Glitterati

      The make-up-lady

      Butterfly

      Taking the plunge

      Quintessence

      No idea

      Fire and ice

      Wet season

      Autumn falls

      Midwinter solace

      Pandora

      Mesopotamia

      Epiphany

      Audrey Rose

      Tabard noir

      Household of three

      Chromatic persona

      Recovery

      Olecranon

      Wired

      Wireless connectivity

      Morpheus

      Changeable

      Aquamarine

      Icebreaker

      Dance into the night

      Middlebrow Mind reader

      The tailor of Jericho

      Out of the blue

      Perpetual emotion

      Sibling rivalry

      Close your eyes

      Box of ice

      The director

      Icestorm

      Just married

      Break the mould

      The vodka martini

      Coup de théâtre

      My grandfather was Frank

      East End born

      Gemini

      Carbon footprints

      Aurora

      Don’t wait

      West Pier

      Grey light

      Some summer day

      Infusion

      The snowstorm

      Martello Park

      The ivory tower within the walled garden

      of the armoured guarded Martello Park

      housed the wise and powerful grand matriarch

      whose imperial mansion and imperious manner

      carried the most unmistakable hallmark

      of superior breeding.

      Her domain amongst the clouds, so far above the crowds,

      allowed a little eccentricity to be nurtured in the grounds.

      Upon that fertile plain she walked in wind and rain

      with a parasol of finest silk to

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