i) i trawled through an inner-city newsletter and assembled various phrases and fragments, 'renovating' them fairly often -
ii) added my own images and phrases as they made their presences felt -
iii) used a line from arnold's 'the scholar gypsy' -
iii.a) & a slessorian gesture -
iv) referenced a billboard ad from the kings cross underground railway station -
v) took particles from articles and ads in a business magazine or two -
vi) and that scam email [at last put to work - tho haven't had one of those for ages] -

Plum blossoms hold the melting snow and bear it;
Willows lean with the eastern wind and wait their leaves.
Lithe girl, wine cups, room in a tower;
The red sleeved wanderer
Sings in a soft voice Coming of Spring.

Flyv mod Syd, drik Solskin og folkelig Sang,
Bliv Dig selv, ja selv, ja, helst ikke Andet,
Men gro, fortjen Dig en Beethovens Rang,
Du Søn fra Jenny Linds Tonelandet!

Let's compete with our tears,
let them pour into a lotus pond;
then we'll wait this year and see
whose flowers drown in salt water.

Weep not for little Leonie,
Abducted by a French Marquis!
Though loss of honour was a wrench,
Just think how it's improved her French.

Yea, whom He loves the Lord God chasteneth
With disappointments, so that this side death,
Through suffering and failure, they know Hell
To make them worthy in that Heaven to dwell
Of Love's attainment, where they come to be
Parts of its beauty and divinity.

When Bess gave her Dollies a Tea, said she,--
'It's unpolite, when they's Company,
To say you've drinked two cups, you see,--
But say you've drinked a couple of tea.'

If any questions
why we died,
Tell them,
because our fathers lied.

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Roumania.

Old as I am
This candle I light
For you today
May be the last one
Of your afterlife
With me, your son—
With me you die twice.