Thanks, Paul, I appreciate that.
Human life is the apposite phrase, the reality of that swipes out all the postures, for example tomorrow both Vicky and I are broke,
so when we go to church we will hope someone will give us a quid for a loaf, that's because we are both addicts and can't look after
our finances. I am incredibly protective about her but don't even know how to look after myself, let alone anyone else. I'm not a
bad poet, I say that without boasting, but the world I live in is divorced from the posing of the literary classes, my little Molly
Bloom, I called her that the other day and of course she didn't know what it meant, is my Muse, and tells me just by existing what
this world is all about.
All the Best
Dave
David Bircumshaw
Spectare's Web, A Chide's Alphabet
& Painting Without Numbers
http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/
----- Original Message -----
From: "Paul Green" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Tuesday, November 16, 2004 10:52 PM
Subject: The Bircumshaw poems
I'm enjoying these. They cheer up an old post-Thelemic techno-nihilist.
There is human life out there. Keep it going, Dave...
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