Don’t Stop

The moist tenderness of my kiss will dry
Your trust will be misplaced
The all consuming rage of lovers will falter
Leaving only the faint toll of hollow memories
What you seek you shall not find here
What you think you have seen has deceived you
For the pain of what might have been
Weighs lightly against that which was and is lost
Too heavy a burden, too high a cost

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Cambridge 1969

Victorian splendour defines the place
Every corner seeping distant echoes
A monkey puzzle tree once stood to the right
Dull colours burned bright in the summers light
Half remembered memories struggling to make sense
The shrill cries of childhood transcending time

And maybe I could come top in art this time
The battle, the struggle to take first place
Mixed palettes and hues assailing every sense
Rainbow paint glides and scratchy lead echoes
And a simpler world of primary light
Orderly queues standing to the left and right

Transcendent precepts of what’s wrong and right
Neatly dispensed knowledge in perfect time
Some stark serious and stern and others light
A sometimes blissful sometimes savage place
The insistent ring of the hand bell echoes
Impending calm quiet discipline and common sense

The rudiments of games now etched as sixth sense
The field surely arrayed to the batsman’s right
The dull distant thud of a four echoes
For once it will reach the boundary this time
And I was taken back to another place
When joyous spirits soared free and cares were light

Of strange culinary concoctions we’d make light
When spam and semolina made perfect sense
The hall a bustling aromatic place
Where manners were learned and the rites of right
Rituals observed over generations and time
Slaves and servants to the lunch bells echoes

The walls the grounds resounded to echoes
To images of bright then flashing half light
Of a long lost but rediscovered time
Where blinkered youth yielded to knowing Sense
And the head teacher stood for what was right
In this strange yet comfortingly familiar place

A place now painted in autumnal light
Distorted echoes finally make sense
It was right to reminisce for a time

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Nuneaton Poetry Day at the Fountain

Nuneaton I salute you on a lovely summer day!
Would I rather be anywhere else ? No chance, no way!
Is there anywhere else for which I could reasonably hanker
Than on the banks of the beautiful River Anker

Your name came when the nuns stopped at Eaton for a rest
And decided that for this fair town chastity was best
Nowhere else would think of piling a hill so very high with mud
And then deciding to call it simply Mount Judd

For leisure you sought the finest retail inventor
Who proceeded to deliver you the famous Rope Walk Shopping centre
The names of the illustrious who have lived here resound for evermore
Like the wonderful Larry Grayson, and his pleas to “shut that door”
He entertained us regally, till we had reached our fill
How strangely inappropriate that he should have come from Camp Hill

It was George Elliot’s Milby too, of writing fame and splendour
Who by ambiguous use of first names became the very first gender bender
You are twinned with Guadalajara in Spain, and Cottbus in Germany
But there is only one place that Nuneaton should be twinned with- and that is Hungary.

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Spread the Word

The Voice Box, Forman St, Derby

Spoken word events traditionally major on poetry, interspersed with the odd prose piece to provide a bit of a break. “Spread the Word” turns this concept on its head by majoring on storytelling, and using poetry and music as the interludes – and very well it works too. Organised by Sophie Snell, it is compered by John Fearon, who also tells a few stories himself.

The location itself is excellent, a refurbished hall in an old building, and the open pitch roof offers excellent acoustics rendering amplification unnecessary. Modern kitchen facilities provide refreshments including chocolate cake and tables, and chairs are arrayed informally, creating as friendly and warm an atmosphere as the organisers themselves extend to audience and performers.

First up was Dave Tonge, the self styled “Yarnsmith of Norwich” who entertained us with “The Onion’s Tale”. The bearded Dave often performs in costume, but even without, convinced as an Old English troubadour telling a traditional tale. Dave had travelled from East Anglia for the evening. His warm manner and good humour set a high standard for the evening. He also excelled in his ability to get the best out of the audience in creating creaking hinge noises. My personal tip is that for an extended creak, starting from as low a musical pitch as possible is best.

At that point I was impressed that someone had come from as far as Norwich, until the next performer, Ana Lines, introduced herself as a Brazilian national! Although Portugese is Ana’s mother tongue, she speaks fluent English with a delightful Latin accent which evokes an exotic ambience to her delivery which tonight told “The Farmer’s Tale”, a parable about a treasure windfall and a gossiping wife, universal themes which transcend national boundaries.

KNOWING WINK

She has an endearing presentational device of ostensibly taking the audience into her confidence, and she flatteringly declares assumed wisdom in the audience, drawing us closer in still. Full of poise, and a knowing wink, she tested the audience’s ability to creak too. . . . . .

Sophie Snell closed the first half with “The Teeny Weeny Tiny Old Woman”, the macabre story of a hairy old toe. Sophie writes stories for children and adults and she skilfully drew on strands from both in this gory tale.

Part fairy tale, part horror story and part cookery ingredient guide, she had us enthralled as she sat in classic “Jackanory” pose then aghast as she strode around to reveal the ghastly outcome. “Just a Minute” would hate her – for there was not a moment’s hesitation, repetition or deviation in her story. She has been touring her “ Seven Deadly Sins” show, I have no doubt that an extended set would be an even greater treat. And yes, she got the audience to creak too! However my appetite for the chocolate cake was somewhat diminished. . . . . . . . . . .

After the break Bryan Franks told “Noah’s Tale” with god humour and panache whilst David Brookes gave a more contemporary account of a submarine escape, both aquatic themes but from different eras.

Jim Kavanagh had joined Dave Tonge on the trek from East Anglia but his story was from Ireland, “The Land of Youth”. Drawn from the “myths and legends” tradition. This one hailed from the era of St Patrick and was beguilingly and compellingly told, in an almost confidential manner, and light irish brogue. To close the evening Emma Carlton entertained with “The Monks Tale”, an amusing story of a medieval monk and his shared adventures between two monasteries with very different mores. Flamboyant and brisk Emma shone and was the perfect curtain call for the evening.

The storytellers were interspersed with some poets, musicians and a very confident young riddle teller in the shape of Ben Snell. Not only is Sophie Snell a fine storyteller, but she is also clearly a good alchemist too, as each main performer not only had a distinct style, but also the stories themselves were quite diverse, ensuring a satisfying, stimulating and rewarding evening. “Spread the Word” returns later in the year, more details available at: http://www. flyingdonkeys. co. uk/ 09-06-11

Gary Longden

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Memoirs

Erdington Library, Birmingham

This evening performance was part of a week -long series of workshops and performances at the library led by Jan Watts. Erdington Library has traditionally been hugely supportive of this type of event and so it was again with a staff who were as helpful and keen to please as ever. Marcus Taylor organised the evening and assembled an impressive array of local talent.

Chris Smith from Sutton Coldfield and Cannon Hill Poets opened the evening followed by Jan Watts herself. Jan took us on a journey including her childhood in Walthamstow, her experience of being closer to ducks from her boat, and her dissolute lifestyle as a lady who lunches.

As always her clarity and freshness of expression shone. “Sunday Express” is a long established open mic poetry event running on the third Sunday of the month at 4pm at the Adam & Eve Digbeth. “Big Bren” Higgins runs it and he brought his rumbustious charm with him whether with the likes of the sharply observed “Ego Trip” or funny, and brief, “Writers Block”. Richard Bruce Clay, a man who never needs a microphone, ripped through poetry inspired by King Lear, “Men are from Venus women are from Mars” excerpts from “Both” and “She’s Alone” and the very funny “Poems are Easy”. Richard runs a spoken word evening at the Hollybush in Cradley Heath on the first Friday of the month.

RARE CHANCE

The second half offered a rare chance to listen to Mal Dewhirst perform an extended set, and hugely enjoyable it was too, probably the best I have ever heard him. “Music & Places” name checked Barberellas in the late 70’s, “Newburn Bridge” a walking holiday in the North East and Liverpool got a mention too.

Although predominantly a serious poet, “The Squatter”, dedicated to his cyber hacker was sharp and “Aspiration Blvd” a marvellous piece of whimsy. Mal runs a poetry evening, “Fizz” at Polesworth Abbey, bi-monthly. Elaine Oakely breezed in, then breezed out again all too briefly before Louis Campbell took the floor. Louis’ appearance was noteworthy for two reasons, firstly he does not run a spoken word event, and secondly he was sans his trademark long leather coat.

What he had brought with him though was his formidable collection of social commentary poetry. ”The Ant that would not Pop” took us back to childhood, “Eyes of a Spider” reminded us of surveillance culture, “Text an Apology” reminded us that saying things in person is always better whilst “Credit” was as searing a condemnation of popular finance as ever.

Before Alan Wales had entertained with a marvellous Welsh pastiche, “Under Deadwood”, Gary Carr was another poet to benefit from the chance to stretch out a bit. Gary runs “Spoken Worlds” on the third Friday evening of every month at the Old Cottage Tavern, Burton upon Trent. “Not Having a Ball” was the story of a young footballer whose career was wrecked through injury, “Without You” was a painfully sharp commentary on relationship breakdown whilst the highlight was a wonderful parody of “My Way”.

Marcus Taylor ensured a brisk pace as compere and read some observational prose on his experiences in New York winding up a fine evening which may become a more regular event. 09-06-11

Gary Longden

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Fast Five

Fast Five
I viewed this “blind” without having seen any of the previous “Fast & Furious” offerings. Previously a series which apparently involved car theft and street racing held little appeal . I am pleased to report that my preconceptions were wrong, and I thoroughly enjoyed two hours and twenty minutes of preposterous fun.

The moral problem of rooting for robbers is side-stepped by the fact that they are robbing from even badder guys – a drug baron and his cartel. Vin Diesel enjoys himself enormously as the robbers head honcho, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson enjoys himself even more as Hobbs his special forces nemesis charged with hunting him down.

The plot itself is a classic Hollywood formula. The robbers double cross each other, the good guys are sent to catch the bad guys who are out to steal from the even badder guys. The chief good guy hooks up with the prettiest girl, the bad guys come unstuck, but so do the good guys, who then form an understanding to thwart the even badder guys.

Director Justin Lin directs with style and brio with car scenes used sparingly, and therefore very effectively, the gaps being filled in with old fashioned heists, rip-offs, foot chases and shoot-outs. Elena Neves as the honest cop is hot and shades Jordana Brewster as the gangsters moll. The Brazilian/ Rio location shots are milked for all they are worth with plenty of swooping over the favelas, Christ the Redeemer ,the Corcovado mountain and the Copacabana.

The climax, a raid on a vault is plain silly, but great fun and Paul Walker is excellent throughout playing alongside Vin Diesel. A minor problem is that the normally imposing Diesel is physically dwarfed by Dwayne Johnson who is clearly here to stay for the next instalment. An adrenaline rush from start to finish with blue skies, stunning scenery, pretty girls, muscle bound guys and fast cars , clichéd? Yes. Fun ? Hell, yes too!

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Lichfield

Grey stone fingers grasping


Lichfield
Doomed Dominion
Prey to Viking plunder
Loyal to the King in time of War
Steadfast

Fine square
Market Bustle
Martyrs scream for mercy
Punters pause and procrastinate
No sale

Statue
Tribute on land
The wand’rer lost at sea
So far from home missed from his hearth
Adieu

Reflect
Upon water
Under the world where
Shadows are playing at the art of
Being

Three Spires
Reaching skywards
Grey Stone fingers grasping
The heavens seeking salvation
Kings sleep

A collaboration between Gary Longden, Val Thompson, Ben Macnair ,Janet Jenkins and Ian Ward

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Favourite Published Poets

I am often asked who my favourite poets are. In practise it is a moveable feast, varying with time, mood and caprice.Yet some I do keep on coming back to, the following is offered not in order, their position is random.

1. THOMAS WYATT (1503-1542)
Thomas Wyatt was born into an aristocratic family and after studying at Cambridge entered Henry VIII’s diplomatic service. It was Wyatt who introduced the sonnet into English and during his short life (he died of a fever aged 39) his poems circulated in manuscript (it was considered vulgar to publish them).
He is rumoured, on little evidence, to have been a lover of Anne Boleyn, and it’s certain that, imprisoned briefly in the Tower of London, he witnessed the executions of five of her alleged lovers and the execution of Anne.
In one sonnet, which it is suggested is about his relationship with Anne, he characterises her as a hind whose neck has an inscribed collar: ‘Noli me tangere, for Caesar’s I am,/And wild for to hold, for I seem tame. The Latin means ‘Do not touch me’, and the reference to Caesar is obvious code for Henry VIII.

2. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (1564-1616)
Shakespeare’s sonnets are often tormented, anguished, ironic and vulnerable. They date probably from the mid-1590s, but were not published until 1609, and were mysteriously dedicated to ‘Mr WH’. This figure is generally identified as William Herbert, the third Earl of Southampton, who was a patron of Shakespeare’s and was famously reluctant to marry, though he eventually did so.
About four-fifths of the sonnets are addressed to Herbert, and roughly a fifth are addressed to the Dark Lady, who has not been convincingly identified. The young man is portrayed as handsome and self-conscious, a rather narcissistic figure. He is adjured to marry and not let his image die with him. The only defence against time is to breed, Shakespeare insists.
In one of the most beautiful of the early sonnets, Shakespeare begins by asking ‘Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day’, and then says he is ‘more lovely and more temperate.’ He is clearly entranced by the object of his desire.
We catch glimpses of Shakespeare’s self-doubt and his self-loathing, as he looks into a mirror and sees ‘time’s furrows’ in his face, which is ‘beated and chopped with tanned antiquity.’

3. ROBERT BROWNING (1812-1899)
Robert Browning must be counted a major Victorian poet. He was born in 1812, and while his father was a clerk in the Bank of England and a Liberal, his mother was a devout Nonconformist, and this allegiance meant Browning had to attend University College, London, which was open to Nonconformists and Jews. He met Elizabeth Barrett in 1845 and fled with her to Italy in 1846. All of his poems are dramatic monologues, and his longest poem, The Ring And The Book, which is over 20,000 lines long, was published in 1869. It is about a murder case in Rome in the 1690s and was a great success. (I have read it twice and can report that though there are fine passages in it, it is usually tedious). He returned to London after Elizabeth’s death. He never remarried, though he was linked romantically with Lady Ashburton who, when he proposed to her, said, ‘We entertain our artists, Mr Browning, but we do not marry them.’
His most famous poem is My Last Duchess, in which a sinister Renaissance Italian duke tells of his marriage to the duchess, and hints that out of jealousy he had her murdered, though she is clearly innocent. Unlike most of Browning’s monologues, this poem is written, very deftly, in rhyming couplets that are concealed by the sinuous movement of the lines.
The poem fascinated Henry James, who knew Browning socially, and was amazed at how bluff, bourgeois and ordinary he appeared socially, when he was such a seer in his imaginative life. James based a short story, The Private Life, on Browning’s paradoxical nature, which also fascinated Thomas Hardy, who said his public personality was that of a smug, dissenting grocer

4. JOHN CLARE (1793-1864)
Although he worked as a field labourer, having been born in the village of Helpstone, Northamptonshire, in 1793, John Clare was always fascinated by poetry. His first book, Poems Descriptive Of Rural Life And Scenery, was published by Keats’s publisher in 1820 and the book was an instant success. In a preface he was described as a peasant poet, whereas in fact he was very well read and left a library of more than 400 books on his death in 1864.
Clare was seen as an English Burns, but he lacked Burns’s toughness, and he was eventually put in Northampton General Lunatic Asylum, where he died, unvisited by his family.
In his poems, careful observation of nature shows rain drops as ‘they dimpt the brook’, and he often incorporates Northamptonshire dialect. He is fascinated by rural sounds and describes the ‘crumping’ of feet walking on fresh snow. He never used punctuation and his poems are published in the oral manner in which he wrote them.
Some 20 years ago, a plaque to him was unveiled in Poets’ Corner in Westminster Abbey.

5. THOMAS HARDY (1840-1928)
Curiosity about the world was a feature of Hardy’s life from the start. As a boy, living in his parents’ cottage in Lower Bockhampton, a few miles from Dorchester, he remembered a man was to be hanged from the walls of Dorchester jail at eight o’clock that morning. Hardy ran out onto the heath, put his father’s telescope to his eye and saw the ‘white figure drop downwards, as the town-clock struck eight’. He went home terrified.
Hardy trained as an architect and worked in London, where he began to write poetry and novels. In 1840, he went to Cornwall to restore a church and there he fell in love with Emma Lavinia Gifford; they married in 1874. Hardy became a full-time novelist, but his marriage deteriorated into unhappiness. His novels were successful – particularly Tess Of The D’Urbervilles and Jude The Obscure.
After the publication of Jude in 1895 Hardy retired from writing novels and committed himself to poetry, his first love. His fine volume, Wessex Poems, was published in 1898. Hardy was much influenced by Browning, and like Browning he deals with love relationships

6. SEAMUS HEANEY (1939)
The Irish poet’s first volume, Death of A Naturalist, came out in 1964 to great acclaim. It features poems about rural life, which on the one hand can seem rather idyllic, but then he introduces disturbing factors in language and atmosphere. In the title poem he writes of ‘frogs in scutch-dam’ – flax that has rotted before being processed – and he describes the creatures as ‘mud grenades’. The poem is really about a child’s discovery of the adult world of sex and violence. But it’s also about a one-party state that’s about to break up – as Ulster ultimately did.

He left Belfast in 1972, the worst year of the Troubles. At the time he was teaching at Belfast’s Queen’s University. He moved to Wicklow in Ireland and was soon given a job teaching English at Harvard. While there, he wrote a pamphlet objecting to being included in the Penguin Book Of Contemporary British Writers, but he’s crucial to modern British poetry.
His 1999 translation of Beowulf (pictured above is Hollywood’s take on the epic poem) is a case in point. It came out of the fact that he studied English at Queen’s and has always been a very gifted linguist. I think the language in his Beowulf captures the malevolence of the monster and the bleakness of the Anglo-Saxon landscape.

7. LOUIS MACNEICE (1907-1963)
MacNeice is, with Auden, one of the two greatest Thirties poets: witty, very much clued into contemporary life, poems about Belfast and Birmingham, about the big new department stores, about the traffic moving along the streets and the policemen directing it. Belfast, for example, is a rather malevolent, dark place in his poems, with its shipyards , riots and religious tension. He married while at Oxford but during his time teaching classics at Birmingham University his wife left him and his young son and went off to marry an American football player.
During the war he joined the features department of the BBC where he wrote radio plays. I don’t think the radio was a good influence on his style, sadly. However, he reclaimed it with his final volume of poems, The Burning Perch, published in 1963 shortly after he died of pneumonia, contracted while potholing for a radio programme. The Burning Perch is his best work, a fine volume, and I love the wit of his poems, the way they move, the way they’re constructed. There’s a jazz rhythm to them.

8. ISSAC ROSENBERG (1890-1918)
Alongside Wilfred Owen, Rosenberg is one of the two most important World War I poets. I read him as a student and I was more interested in him than Owen. There was a grainy realism.
What you get in Rosenberg is a very patient, spoken tone of voice. You can see that in Break Of Day In The Trenches. He has this ‘cosmopolitan rat’ moving over no-man’s land. This is meant to represent the Jews – he was Jewish, and subject to anti-semitism in the Army. But although there’s a political angle, it’s his style that makes him great: the concentration, the sense of what it was really like to be a soldier, to see that the war had to be fought, yet not really believing in fighting. He was killed in 1918.

9. CHRISTINA ROSSETTI (1830-1894)
Christina Rossetti influenced Gerard Manley Hopkins, but was overshadowed by the poetry of her brother, Dante Gabriel Rossetti. He was critical of some of her best poems but nowadays she’s seen as more important than him.
Her work was neglected for quite a long time: there was feminist interest in woman poets, but being an Anglican she didn’t believe in women’s suffrage, so she was neglected. There’s now a substantial body of work that sees her as a distinctive feminist. You can see it in the poem No Thank You, John, about rejecting a lover. She wrote a lot of religious poetry which is accomplished, but I think rather sterile.
I love Goblin Market, an extraordinary fantasy with these dominating, rather punitive goblin men and the two women they try to seduce

10. ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON (1809-1892)
Tennyson was born in Somersby, Lincolnshire, where his alcoholic father was rector. His parents separated when he was a teenager and he grew up fearful of mental illness and worried about money. At Cambridge he met the gifted Arthur Hallam, who died suddenly in Vienna four years after they met as members of the famous Apostles debating society. He was extremely short-sighted and needed a monocle to be able to see to eat. The mixed reception of his 1832 poems hurt him deeply but the success of two volumes published in 1842 changed his fortunes. In 1845 he received a Civil List pension, which enabled him to marry.
With the success of The Princess and In Memoriam he became the most popular poet of the Victorian period. In 1850, he was made poet Laureate. Prince Albert greatly admired his work, and he later dedicated The Idylls Of The King to the memory of Albert. At Queen Victorian’s insistence, he accepted a peerage, which he had previously turned down when it was offered by both Gladstone and Disraeli.
The Charge Of The Light Brigade was written in 1854, only minutes after Tennyson had read a newspaper account of the battle which contained the line ‘Someone had blundered’ – which he then incorporated into what became the most famous poem about war until World War I.

11. Catullus (84BC- 54BC) I was lucky enough to be able to read him in the original Latin. His pithy, explicit andinciteful language is a joy.

12. Samuel Taylor Colleridge (1772-1834) Kubla Khan and Rime of the Ancient Mariner are two of my favourite poems of all time.The psychadelic imagery of the former found new life in the West Coast American bands of the late 60’s and early 70’s. The insistent rhyming, storyteling and simplicity of the latter found a place in the lyrics of 60’s Beatles songs.

13. John Milton (1608 -74 ) For Paradise Lost.

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Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides

On Stranger Tides
“The Pirates of the Caribbean” series has now elevated itself into rarefied company where the story itself is of lesser importance than the star turn and adherence to the conventions which the story embodies. It has become a Piratical James Bond. ”On Stranger Tides” proves to be an enjoyable and entertaining instalment in this series without ever troubling classic status.

Johnny Depp IS Captain Jack Sparrow and without Orlando Bloom or Keira Knightley the focus is even more upon him this time. Neither of the latter two are missed, Penelope Cruz is an excellent new love interest as Angelica Malon, the only criticism is that we do not see enough of her, in both senses of the phrase. Her pregnancy during filming probably explains this.

The opening 15 minutes in London is by far the strongest sequence as Captain jack impersonates a Judge, is arrested himself, inevitably escapes and then tries to round up a crew and a ship to search for the Fountain of Eternal Youth. Richard Griffiths plays a wonderfully louche King George, and when Jack encounters his Dad, Captain Teague played by Keith Richards in an Inn, you are just begging one or the other to pick up a mandolin from one of the musicians!

Geoffrey Rush has a rewarding part as Barbossa gone straight with a letter of Marque from the King, Ian McShane is a little reserved as Blackbeard. The CGI sequences are used more sparingly this time around, and the film is all the better for it, a “mermaid attack” being the highlight. Directed by Rob Marshall of “nine” fame this is the first instalment not directed by Gore Verbinski, and he acquits himself well.The climax, the race for the Fountain of Youth, is for me a bit of an anti-climax and lacks dramatic tension, and the running time at 2hr 20min is a little long, but Depp’s performance keeps things alive and leaves us wanting more – as if there won’t be!

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Where Will You Find Me?

Thurs 2nd June Parole Parlate, Worcester performing
Tues 7th June – Lichfield Poets
Thurs 9th June – Erdington Library performing at “Memoirs”
Fri 10th June – Play Recording + MC (Provisional)
Wed 15th June – Station PH, Kings Heath performing in “Engagement”
Fri 17th June- Spoken Worlds
Mon 27th June – Leicester Shindig
Tues 28th June -Lichfield Poets
Sat 2nd July (Day)- Nuneaton Poetry Day, 2pm Slam.
Sat 2nd July (Evening) -Jan Green Memorial Concert
Sun 17th July (Afternoon) – Lich Poets Monks Path Walk Reading

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