I like the arc of this, Dave--a coin toss that comes to land on both "tales"
and "heads"? Also, the strange line break of "gath/-erings" reminds me of
Hopkins (e.g., "...'No ling-/Ering!" in "No worst").
I've only a twitch yet myself, which goes like this:
Was it something I said
Or the Egyptian Book of the Dead,
My grandmother's maiden name (Read)
Or something I once read?
Off to sleep on it--Candice
on 4/7/02 3:17 PM, david.bircumshaw at [log in to unmask] wrote:
> This isn't intended as an offering for the project, as yet, but what it
> represents is an attempt to describe the surreal in a prosaic style. Whether
> the aesthetic tactic works, I dunno, but it'd be nice to have some comments
> f-c. Here goes nothing:
>
>
> It was the first time I'd died. In-
> convenient, to say the least. But
>
> not as fearful as thought, more
> like a faint, with a slight erotic
>
> surge of charge, pulsed with a
> sigh's expulsion. Yet what came
>
> after, ducks, that w'r'anoth'r world
> swimming with dialects alien
>
> as fish. Shifts, scenes, places, gath
> -erings of where. Me there, here,
>
> 'nd not anywhere. Then then found
> it. The what I cannot say.
>
> A spin, a twist, and woke, thought,
> as if in hospital. On a strange bed
>
> where Mickey Hannah said: +you belong
> to Spot. Go back+. And I did and
>
> snapped upright with a stare
> glazing my eyes
> in my own living bed.
>
> Reaming with the tales of my head.
>
>
>
>
> Best
>
> Dave
>
>
> David Bircumshaw
>
> Leicester, England
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