>(So, David, what where you saying? Speak, our beloved one. We are
>listening.)
>Ermi
It's very simply an outburst of anger against power, against the crushing
weight of authority, dashed off in five minutes (and already heavily
altered) falling into two parts, for sure, the one personal, recalling some
of circumstances of my mother's death (she, like my father and brother
before her, essentially died through medical neglect, not that I had or have
the resources to prove that) - one tip, btw, never die on a Bank Holiday
weekend, for three days I was unable to find out where her body had been
taken, when all the time it was about 500 yards away in the Royal
Infirmary - and then raging at the operations of power more generally. As I
say, I've changed it heavily already, it's a very imperfect piece, but
there's something in it I might develop or deepen. Maybe.
Best
Dave
David Bircumshaw
Leicester, England
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----- Original Message -----
From: "Erminia Passannanti" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Sunday, November 18, 2001 2:37 AM
Subject: Re: Depression (an Ode)
Oh, no no, no no, no no, I say: better to speak nonsense than having your
licence, Gael!
As for the "old " saying, please do not let the dead revolt in their graves.
(So, David, what where you saying? Speak, our beloved one. We are
listening.)
Ermi
On Sat, 17 Nov 2001 13:33:05 -0000, david.bircumshaw
<[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>> To David,
>>
>> From an old saying, better not say anything than talk nonsense.
>>
>> Gaël.
>
>
>Well, I'm still waiting, Gaël. (Sorry for misspelling your name in my last)
>I can think of plenty of faults with that piece I wrote (and places where
it
>should go) but what's all this about not saying anything, why the
>behindbacks of sending your message
>b-c rather than upfront? There's only a tiny number of people I talk to in
>'private', you're not among them, so, again, explain why the piece is
>'nonsense', c'mon, talk in front of others.
>
>David Bircumshaw
>
>Leicester, England
>
>Home Page
>
>A Chide's Alphabet
>
>Painting Without Numbers
>
>www.paintstuff.20m.com/index.htm
>
>http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/index.htm
>----- Original Message -----
>From: "david.bircumshaw" <[log in to unmask]>
>To: <[log in to unmask]>
>Sent: Saturday, November 17, 2001 12:04 AM
>Subject: Re: Depression (an Ode)
>
>
>> Gail Grand did the classic thing of not replying to me front channel but
>> sending this little put down b-c. Now, whatever the faults of my
impromptu
>> piece, I don't think it's nonsense.
>>
>> Or aren't we allowed to say that anymore?
>>
>> By the way, Gail, what old saying?
>>
>>
>> David Bircumshaw
>>
>> Leicester, England
>>
>> Home Page
>>
>> A Chide's Alphabet
>>
>> Painting Without Numbers
>>
>> www.paintstuff.20m.com/index.htm
>>
>> http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/index.htm
>> ----- Original Message -----
>> From: "Gael Grand" <[log in to unmask]>
>> To: "david.bircumshaw" <[log in to unmask]>
>> Sent: Friday, November 16, 2001 9:14 PM
>> Subject: Re: Depression (an Ode)
>>
>>
>> To David,
>>
>> From an old saying, better not say anything than talk nonsense.
>>
>> Gaël.
>> -----
>> >Do you know
>> >
>> >for the first three days
>> >after my mother died
>> >
>> >I couldn't even find
>> >where her body was
>> >
>> >this was because
>> >she was in the hands
>> >of professionals
>> >
>> >like arts administrators
>> >but I did know
>> >
>> >through an illiterate note
>> >from a care assistant
>> >
>> >what had happened
>> >
>> >to her teeth. Now that
>> >all of our world
>> >belongs to poison's
>> >
>> >morons, like a
>> >fulfilment
>> >
>> >of the American dream,
>> >there is a sort
>> >
>> >of comfort to be found
>> >in Universal (United) Notions
>> >(almost Leibniz-like)
>> >
>> >of stupidity, and a panegyric
>> >to be declared
>> >
>> >to the Stars and Stripes
>> >(in the true tradition of poets i.e. crawlers
>> >
>> >see Spenser see Dryden see Shakespeare's Sonnets)
>> >
>> >which I am now about to begin.
>> >It goes so:
>> >
>> >Fuck off America
>> >Go to Hell G Dubbya
>> >Rot in your saliva
>> >Tony Cocksucker
>> >
>> >(that's only a beginning I know but I swear it shows promise. I reckon
it
>> >needs interesting references to LangPo, apartment sublets in New York,
>> PoMo,
>>
>> >tenureships on creative writing courses, call centres, Kent Johnson,
>> cluster
>>
>> >bombs, messages from anthrax and Dante's Inferno)
>> >
>> >
>> >David Bircumshaw
>> >
>> >Leicester, England
>> >
>> >Home Page
>> >
>> >A Chide's Alphabet
>> >
>> >Painting Without Numbers
>> >
>> >www.paintstuff.20m.com/index.htm
>> >
>> >http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/index.htm
>> >
>> >
>> Gael Grand
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And I say: better tos peak nonsense than having your licence,
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