Enjoyed this, Dave, especially how the 'now' sneaks into the 'then' of
it all...
Doug
On 7-Nov-05, at 6:59 PM, David Bircumshaw wrote:
> 172
>
> Quicksilver
>
> He shall be flesshie of nose, and spare of body, and as the Sunne is
> lord of
> light, dry of nature though quick and crafty and subtill of Wit and
> Tongue
> and Science and will have great love for ladies and gentlewomen yet
> shall
> have great harm by them and when he is married, men shall not set so
> much
> store by him as they did before. He shall be a friend of rogues and
> vagabonds yet be servant or carrier to some great Lord or else a
> receiver of
> his money and will love to preach and speake faire language and
> rhetorick.
> You may denote him by the little finger. He shall take his hue from
> what
> surrounds, he shall be unloving, loving, unlusting, lusting. A
> shepherd of
> thin dreams who brings the coat of many colours a night-watching and a
> door-waylaying thief. Who lives for others. He shall be a good man of
> the
> church and not espouse the Arts of Warre. He shall account of worth
> schools,
> jackdaws, hares, bowling greens, telephones, swallows, fairs at
> WhitMonday,
> digital radio, foxes, squirrels, sarabandes, the Great Western line,
> blackbirds, rivers in winter, curls, lavender and wine, the search for
> distant planets as in those presumed about Beta Pictori or 66 Cancri,
> board-games, the night sky, tennis courts, libraries, leather,
> lepidoptera,
> moorhens, weasels and all those by nature witty and inconstant. He
> shall
> love poetrie and fear Apollo. He shall sign on on Fridays and drink dry
> cider. He shall look for his soul in others' eyes. I woke in the small
> hours
> and turned to my side. I've been dreaming I was alive I mumbled. Not
> now,
> I'm tired she replied.
>
>
Douglas Barbour
11655 - 72 Avenue NW
Edmonton Ab T6G 0B9
(780) 436 3320
Each leaf a runnel the
roofs now skiffs in green
I’ve never done anything
but begin.
Lisa Robertson
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