Recently I attended a small charity auction.
It was an event where the bids were for the cause
rather more than for the goods donated,
but the goods were what there was to see.
The auctioneer, a regular 'barrow boy' type
really annoyed me as tried to pass off
what his act as ironic, post-modern,
or at a stretch vaguely surreal.
By the end the bids and donations seemed unreal.
But since the cause was the real point,
it made the process odd but acceptable.
A certain Mr David Gilmour,
formerly of the parish of Pink Floyd,
recently sold 127 guitars
that were surplus to his needs.
He had plenty more to play with.
There was much reprising of the solos
and the classic riffs that these guitars
had played in their time.
He meant for this to be last
for these particular pasts
for us all that he central to creating.
by dragging these guitars into the present
he acted for the sake of the future.
It was an event where the bids were for the cause
rather more than for the goods donated,
but the goods were what there was to see.
The auctioneer, a regular 'barrow boy' type
really annoyed me as tried to pass off
what his act as ironic, post-modern,
or at a stretch vaguely surreal.
By the end the bids and donations seemed unreal.
But since the cause was the real point,
it made the process odd but acceptable.
A certain Mr David Gilmour,
formerly of the parish of Pink Floyd,
recently sold 127 guitars
that were surplus to his needs.
He had plenty more to play with.
There was much reprising of the solos
and the classic riffs that these guitars
had played in their time.
He meant for this to be last
for these particular pasts
for us all that he central to creating.
by dragging these guitars into the present
he acted for the sake of the future.
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