I know one thing, and that I know well:
living in Leicester is like being in hell.
A corny couplet there, which was more a ten-second than a thirty-second
poem, altho' in my own defence I would aver that the liquidity of the 'l'
sounds in line 2 is modestly worth of approbation.
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 10:29 PM
Subject: Re: bye
Thanks, Dave!
I'm pretty certain you're right (as so often), it's probably something that
would feel good 'n comfy if neatly tucked into a piece of prose.
But do get on with the 30 second poem! Curious to see how that goes ... or
stumbles.
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 10:24 PM, david.bircumshaw at [log in to unmask]
wrote:
> 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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