yes, let´s be careful about the jokes we tell, in fact let´s institute a
Stalinist witch hunt of jokes. anyone found telling a politically incorrect
joke is sentenced to listen to 5 hours of Leo Sayer and Des O´Conner
records. I´m thinking of making up a book of my friend Igor Stepanov´s
jokes to sell in the West, ´Igor and me: jokes of a serious man.´ It will
nominally celebrate the freedom that Igor and his family were denied under
the Stalinist regime, and dedicated to his Uncle who died in Siberia, but I
can see that none of you will be buying it. PM
>From: "david.bircumshaw" <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: Poetryetc provides a venue for a dialogue relating to poetry and
> poetics <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: Re: bye
>Date: Wed, 27 Nov 2002 22:24:48 -0000
>
>Well I'm contemplating the possibility of the thirty-second poem at
>present,
>Arni, it becomes rather like track and field, you have to get faster all
>the
>, um, 'time'.
>
>Mmm, yr piece reads like a paragraph, an excerpt, as it were, from
>something
>larger unwritten.
>
>
>Be good, and remember to be careful about humour, it can be taken wrongly
>at
>times.
>
>Best
>
>Dave
>
>
>
>David Bircumshaw
>
>Leicester, England
>
>Home Page
>
>A Chide's Alphabet
>
>Painting Without Numbers
>
>http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/index.htm
>----- Original Message -----
>From: "Árni Ibsen" <[log in to unmask]>
>To: <[log in to unmask]>
>Sent: Wednesday, November 27, 2002 10:06 PM
>Subject: Re: bye
>
>
>Just to be good and compliant (is there such a word?). Not much poetry
>written this end of the spectrum these last few weeks as I'm busy writing
>other things. Towards the end of August, however, I wrote this almost in
>one
>breath and have not revised it yet. It might even fit DB's definition of a
>one minute poem. If it is a poem.
>
>
> After this great inconclusive
> search for I know not what -
> After fumbling & stumbling
> through my darkened house I
> finally reach my hand under
> the sofa and feeling a book
> there pull out a paperback
> entitled 'The Undiscovered
> Checkhov' -
>
>
>I might fish out a few more shortly if you can bear it.
>
>Best
>
>Árni
>
>
>--
>Árni Ibsen
>Stekkjarkinn 19,
>220 Hafnarfjördur,
>Iceland
>
>tel.: +354-555-3991
>e-mail: [log in to unmask]
>http://www.centrum.is/~aibsen/
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>on 11/27/02 4:08 PM, david.bircumshaw at [log in to unmask]
>wrote:
>
> > I too will miss Doug Clark's voice and hope that he reconsiders. In the
> > meantime, as per Randolph's request, here's a poem. I first wrote it
>last
> > year and posted its prior version here. I felt uneasy about a section
> > towards the end and all I've done is change one word and it +seems+ to
>have
> > 'done the trick'. It should be mentioned that the change was prompted by
>a
> > query by my kind friend Mr Frederick Pollack.
> >
> > Best
> >
> > Dave
> >
> > (and here's the still untitled poem)
> >
> >
> >
> > 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 day's calls,
> > 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
> >
> > Home Page
> >
> > A Chide's Alphabet
> >
> > Painting Without Numbers
> >
> > http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/index.htm
> > ----- Original Message -----
> > From: "whp" <[log in to unmask]>
> > To: <[log in to unmask]>
> > Sent: Wednesday, November 27, 2002 10:21 AM
> > Subject: Re: bye
> >
> >
> > Dear Douglas,
> >
> > thank you for your contribution to the list. You'll be missed and I for
>one
> > hope you change your mind.
> >
> > I was wondering if other listmembers felt like following Douglas'
>example,
> > not by leaving, but by posting some poems.
> >
> > best
> >
> > Randolph
> >
> > ----- Original Message -----
> > From: "Douglas Clark" <[log in to unmask]>
> > To: <[log in to unmask]>
> > Sent: Wednesday, November 27, 2002 7:46 AM
> > Subject: bye
> >
> >
> >> I had decided that after Alison gave her reading in Bath I
> >> would leave this mailing-list so I will say goodbye now.
> >> Alison gave a very fine reading at the Arts Centre which
> >> was pretty well packed, and by poets at that. But now it
> >> is time to go. Bye.
> >>
> >>
> >> --
> >>
> >> Douglas Clark, Bath, England mailto: [log in to unmask]
> >> Lynx: Poetry from Bath ..........
> > http://www.bath.ac.uk/~exxdgdc/lynx.html
> >>
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