cris, Elizabeth, and all
curiously, owing to a sleepless night, curiosity returned me to such of
Fisher's work that I have, and I found that my response to the writing has
undergone a 180 degree twistaround: it was if I couldn't see its spectra
before. It was rather like Fisher's use of Penrose's image of the stone
being ejected from the pond. Does anyone else ever get these sudden events
of being impercipient to a particular poet then very suddenly entering their
language: I remember something similar happened with me concerning Prynne.
And the night was sleepless because at first it was then at some point
became because it had to be, from being self-caused (or indeed causeless) to
determined.
Determined by the fact that I have an interview at the JobCentre first thing
so now don't dare go to sleep.
Best
Dave
David Bircumshaw
Leicester, England
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----- Original Message -----
From: "cris cheek" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Wednesday, November 20, 2002 11:15 PM
Subject: Re: talk
Hi Richard,
sorry i did something really silly and restored system software without
backing up my mail and bookmarks. So i've lost your last mail.Anyway i
reckon you could get most of Allen Fisher's work in Eric Mottram's archive
at Kings if you chat with Valerie Soar. I must have over 100 publications
by him here.
I've been moving stuff around to make work spaces lately and have found a
lovely copy of the zine 'All The Poets' Vol 2 produced by mark schlossburg
published january 1980
in full coloour throught A4 side-stapled handwriting and typing combined.
Lots of great punk stuff like the following (out of that gang around Poison
Girls, the Slits, Crass, X-Ray Spex, Swell Maps . . ) for which i've
retained the formatting as closely as possible and carefully proofed
various typos including that 'memiors' and other finger pops . ? !!:
'the cemetery soil never settles/ autposy / biopsy / necropsy/
money/ money/ money/ Beneath my wellies the maggots
crawl through the rotting grey corpses/ each one is me/
wrapped in ceremonius shrouds/ masked death/
petrefied dreams/ beneath my rubber wellies/
the white worms/ the worn and weathered utopian
fantasies/ flagilations/ elations/ revelations
visions/ televisions/ opium nitemares/ masturbation
with a bloodied crucifix vibrator that leave scratch
marks across waxed thighs/ death with honour/
death with dinner/ the glorious dead/ the glorious
dead sacred cow laid out across the fine
irish linen table cloth/ jesus laid out in a tomb
of stone/ mary jo got laid in the back of the
school yard/ Isadora is dead and they weep for her
sixty years later/ fame beneath the fingernails/
mortuary mortality/ monetary immortality/ blood
money/ blood money/ i and said unto them, what
will ye give me and I shall deliver him unto
you? and they covenanted with him for
thirty pieces of silver:/
mortuary imortality/ monetary vigil/ memphis made
millions on memorabilia/ elvis records/
elvis amphetetimes/ elvis T shirts/ elvis machine
guns/ elvis memiors/ Elvis rigamortis ridden
prick/ formaldehyde is valuable/ we are sold
death constantly/ we are born in a mass grave/
every bullet fired puts a fresh bill in some
ones leather wallett/ instead of a crown of thorns
we wear easter lily wreaths around are slits throats
fuck lust suicide race/ fuck up the ass on a death bed/
sterile life/ boogie nites/ milton Keynes and
Coca Cola/ Roman holiday/ I CANNOT ACCEPT THIS
OPEN GRAVE THEY OFFER/
annie anxiety guevera
printed over a red / green / blue screen print of USAmerican marines
raising a flag over a hill in somewhere like Iwo iima during the second
world war
for your pleasure
cris
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