I read it as neologistical hybridity, crossbreeding your "lilies"--day- and
calla (for mutant sport?)--Candice
>> What is a "daycallen"?
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> An entirely made-up compound, Frederick
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> Best
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> Dave
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> David Bircumshaw
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> Leicester, England
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> Home Page
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> A Chide's Alphabet
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> Painting Without Numbers
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> www.paintstuff.20m.com/index.htm
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> http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/index.htm
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Frederick Pollack" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Friday, October 26, 2001 12:10 PM
> Subject: Re: An Untitled Poem
>
>
>> david.bircumshaw wrote:
>>>
>>> An illusion of sufficiency adhered
>>> to the world; an impression held
>>> of great battles lost on the knives
>>> that blue heroes shone on waste
>>> lands and night's wide. Was it that
>>> an answer at last had stitched itself
>>> inside? Was it that the taste
>>> of days had not this time dribbled
>>> away in long leakages of savour?
>>> Or that ghostly weather above,
>>> smokily balletic as thoughts,
>>> had seeded a fresh narrative
>>> into the worn yarns of dried, inland
>>> sailors? The heroes
>>>
>>> were blue, beaten, and fell like ice.
>>> The sun was singing through them.
>>> Their statues, that loomed like sirens
>>> above each forgetting daycallen,
>>> summoners of tyres, offices, tarmac,
>>> hushed and evanesced in whispers,
>>> like crowds startled into people.
>>> For this breath, at least,
>>> the poem emerged
>>>
>>> from the sky's head, and the thread
>>> was spun, as to itself as lilies.
>>>
>>> David Bircumshaw
>>>
>>> Leicester, England
>>>
>>>
>>
>> What is a "daycallen"?
>>
>> "Crowds startled into people" is good.
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