Ta Bill. Here the weather has been not quite zero in the daytime and the
coasts have been reminded of being an island in northern winter. We went by
train one day to Nottingham last week and the Soar in its lower reaches was
waterlogging the grazing fields of north west Leicestershire while even old
Grand-Father Trent had been disturbed and some of the lakes at Attenborough
had overflowed their banks. The fox was a problem: I changed the 'our' to
'the' back and forth several times. I also had 'foxes' and both 'vixen' and
'vixens' as well as 'scatter/s' for 'hide/s'. a little explanation part
one: although I live on the edge of a city centre in a tower block between
two arterial roads 'we' do have 'our' resident fox. or rather the
impression of 'one'. Said fox might be a succession of ones, particularly
if male, but possibly less so if female. Vixens do retain their territory
while males are ejected upon adulthood. It is estimated, I understand, that
about one third of Britain's fox population dies each winter, with
mortality at it's highest among the young males. Explanation part two - I
was using externals to write about interiors - I am a kind of philosophical
materialist who also likes Bishop Berkeley and more. Thanks again for your
kind words - the question of ownership did trouble me, but it was one of an
image only :)
best
Dave
On 15 January 2014 19:40, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> I'd like a bit of hush to the weather in my pillow thanks, David. 44
> dagger degrees expected today here in Melbourne after previous days of 43
> and 42. The wind is saving its argument until tomorrow apparently when full
> throated fire risks gape. I love Primitive. One query about the sense of
> ownersip of foxes.
>
> Bill
>
> > On 16 Jan 2014, at 3:53 am, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]>
> wrote:
> >
> > I like the 'as if' of it all, David...
> >
> > Doug
> >> On Jan 15, 2014, at 3:37 AM, David Bircumshaw <
> [log in to unmask]> wrote:
> >>
> >> Haven't done one of these for a while, so here's a little exercise:
> >>
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> >> * Primitive*
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> >> All night the rain has argued with the wind.
> >>
> >> A balloon turns at its mooring, as if adrift
> >>
> >> In the hushed pillowed weather of my head.
> >>
> >> Our foxes hide as the dawn’s throats wake.
> >>
> >>
> >> --
> >> David Joseph Bircumshaw
> >> Website and A Chide's Alphabet
> >> http://www.staplednapkin.org.uk
> >> The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html
> >> Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/david.bircumshaw
> >> twitter: http://twitter.com/bucketshave
> >> blog: http://groggydays.blogspot.com/
> >> Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.com
> >
> > Douglas Barbour
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> > http://eclecticruckus.wordpress.com/
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> > Latest books:
> > Continuations & Continuations 2 (with Sheila E Murphy)
> > http://www.uap.ualberta.ca/UAP.asp?LID=41&bookID=962
> > Recording Dates
> > (Rubicon Press)
> >
> > Swept snow, Li Po,
> > by dawn’s 40-watt moon
> > to the road that hies to office
> > away from home.
> >
> > Lorine Niedecker
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David Joseph Bircumshaw
Website and A Chide's Alphabet
http://www.staplednapkin.org.uk
The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/david.bircumshaw
twitter: http://twitter.com/bucketshave
blog: http://groggydays.blogspot.com/
Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.com
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