Dear Anny
thanks for imputing decadence to me, I'm really pleased about that, I've
long thought I was decayed rather than decadent so it's a kind of career
move. It was quite interesting just re-reading the poem, as obviously I'd
completely forgotten what I'd written, the one line I'm concerned about is
'clinking like wine glasses', not in terms of the image but I'm not sure
whether it's rhythmically quite right. H'm.
Ta for the dried flowers!
Best
Dave
David Bircumshaw
Leicester, England
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----- Original Message -----
From: "Anny Ballardini" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Friday, November 01, 2002 7:40 AM
Subject: Re: poetry
hi dave,
your poem is full of decadence
with that kind waving of the actor leaving the scene, here is a dried red
chrisantemum for it,
take care, anny
> Anyhow this is just another of my throwaway poems, it's probably terrible
> and completely fails to say what I want but I thought I'd give the dead
art
> another try for a laff.
>
>
> Best
>
> Dave
>
>
>
> I am brilliant, but pathetic.
> Casual acquaintances tell me
> the most intimate details
> of their lives, yet I walk
>
> home alone with my bundle
> of silence humped on my back.
>
> I am the one you love
> but forget, the still loud voice
> to be ignored, unbeknown
> to the known, the laughter
>
> clinking like wine glasses
> that fades at the end of the joke.
>
>
>
> David Bircumshaw
>
> Leicester, England
>
> Home Page
>
> A Chide's Alphabet
>
> Painting Without Numbers
>
> http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/index.htm
>
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