Oh the Vixen is ok Patrick, she really threw me yesterday by sending me the
earliest Xmas card I have ever had in my life, also she is
(yesterday-that-was-today) SOMEWHAT troubled by the fact that her second
eldest
(sixteen) is likely to end up in prison next week.
She was tickled by your greetings though. Heaven alone knows, if anywhere
does,
what my shelf-life here is, but in the meantime my sympathies on The Visit
by Them
you poor thing - there is counselling available.
Best
dave
----- Original Message -----
From: "Patrick McManus" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Tuesday, November 15, 2005 9:04 AM
Subject: Re: Thought for the day
> Dave thanks good to hear from you -a ray of golden sunlight piercing
through
> befugged windows
> Greets to Victoria
> You not been thrown off poetryetc yet:-)?????
> I have been not too good but the Visit (reign of terror?) from THEM was
> aweinspirational
> Bestos P ruckle 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: 15 November 2005 04:53
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: Re: Thought for the day
>
> 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]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> 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
> > To: [log in to unmask]
> > 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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