PS
Josephine
the 'still remember' phrase in my little ditty is viciously ironic. It's a
lament for time lost. Lost to the recall. I remember (har har) writing a
little intro about my childhood for a PoetryEtc feature on my stuff, I
enjoyed doing that but the words I wrote for that are now more vivid to me
than the memories they represent. The older I get the more I feel like a
house full of fading ghosts, so many conversations, so many people known,
and they all flutter away into an invisible current of air that is time.
All the Best
Dave
David Bircumshaw
Leicester, England
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----- Original Message -----
From: "david.bircumshaw" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Monday, June 17, 2002 2:43 AM
Subject: Re: are we there?
Sorry, Josephine, but that wasn't the point of the poem. Rather it is how
much of our lives we forget, for instance, if I try to remember my childhood
at this instant I'd struggle to fill a paragraph. The 'I' of the poem could
just as much be a woman talking about a man, or concern a non-heterosexual
relationship.
Best
Dave
David Bircumshaw
Leicester, England
Home Page
A Chide's Alphabet
Painting Without Numbers
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----- Original Message -----
From: "Printmaker" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Monday, June 17, 2002 2:32 AM
Subject: Re: are we there?
"david.bircumshaw" wrote:
>
> To write of love, Annie? How intriguing. Here's a quick attempt, off the
> cuff:
>
> Six years, four homes and three
> towns together, and I still remember
> at least twelve things you said
>
> and one night in Malaga.
Sounds just like a man, Dave, switch off and stop listening.
'yes dear'
*nod*
hopefully not a self portrait
Josie
(Who isnt really being sexist at all, right girls?)
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