Hi Patrick
at the moment I am temporarily unable to say anything sensible as at the
moment my French mate Roger is crawling round my flat thinking he is a cat
as a result of me giving him a teabag, I joke not, a teabag from Morrisons,
fuck knows what they put in them, Victoria has wisely gone into hiding, my
mate Nick is trying to teach Roger how to sit, but I keep telling he's a cat
not a dog, Roger is just trying to sit on Nick's head, believe me no drugs
are involved in this, wait till I tell Lydia on them
Best
Dave
(btw I'll post victoria's one and only democratically created poem later)
best
Dave
----- Original Message -----
From: "Patrick McManus" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Monday, November 14, 2005 4:01 PM
Subject: Re: Thought for the day
> Dave I quite liked the 172 - nice shapes sound??
> P cagmag P
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Poetryetc provides a venue for a dialogue relating to poetry and
> poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of David Bircumshaw
> Sent: 08 November 2005 08:38
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> Subject: Re: Thought for the day
>
> Ta Patrick.
>
> The 172 is meaningless, it belongs to a set I did called 4940, everything
> has a number but they have no significance.
>
> Care
>
> Dave
>
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Patrick McManus" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Tuesday, November 08, 2005 7:52 AM
> Subject: Re: Thought for the day
>
>
> > Ah Dave that last line!
> > Cheers P&VB
> > Ps what's the 172?
> >
> > -----Original Message-----
> > From: Poetryetc provides a venue for a dialogue relating to poetry and
> > poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of David Bircumshaw
> > Sent: 08 November 2005 01:59
> > To: [log in to unmask]
> > Subject: Re: Thought for the day
> >
> > 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.
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