Hey that's a point of interest Joanna: I was fifty last birthday, now I
interpret this as meaning I began to be fifty a year ago but only became so
at midnight (or whatever, strictly speaking it was 8.20 last night) so now I
am beginning to be fifty-one, which is a process for the next twelvemonth,
as far as these things mean anything. It's a bit akin to the arguments about
when the new millenium begun: 2000 or 2001?
I reason it like this: when I was born I was nought, on the first
anniversary of that I was 1 (not out) so therefore my fiftieth birthday
(last year) was the fiftieth anniversary of my being nought rather than my
fiftieth year to heaven. So that now I am fifty-one I am truly fifty (and
hold my head up high).
I think your cricketing analogy works well with this, and thanks for the
applause from the pavilion!
All the Best (and to Old Grouchy)
Dave
----- Original Message -----
From: "Joanna Boulter" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Thursday, February 09, 2006 12:34 PM
Subject: Re: Local Poetic Culture
> Congratulations, both on the detective work and on your half-century. 50
not
> out is a good score, and merits a burst of applause from the pavilion.
>
> best joanna
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "David Bircumshaw" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Thursday, February 09, 2006 2:05 AM
> Subject: Re: Local Poetic Culture
>
>
> > I'm slow on the responses these last few days Rebecca as I and my aides
> > have
> > been busy on detective work, but now, as it's 1.40 in the morn here, and
> > that we are now (again now, but for the first time this) within a hair's
> > breath of the identity of the psycho-drug-dealer, who would cut me up,
> > bleed
> > me, skin me, because of an incident begat of a dodo, and have also
> > uncovered
> > stuff I wouldn't have imagined a week ago about local affairs in the
> > process, and too the ban on me at the Arts Centre is going to be
> > discreetly
> > lifted, in that inimitable 'English' style which consists of behaving as
> > if
> > it never happened in the first place and let's hope nobody notices, but
> > now,
> > as I said before, but repeat for a first breathing space, a stop-gap
just
> > gasped at, but now again, I feel much that can be said apropos your
post,
> > I
> > like it, I can feel the too much-again of the world coming on in all the
> > observations, the percepts, the sketches of individuals and actualities,
> > that crowd, throng, bustle, jostle to be let in, that that that (like
> > that?!) swamps articulation in its recursive generations of tales to
tell,
> > that as that I am almost two hours into my year fifty-one, for it is my
> > birthday and my sentence is more than half-done, it is perhaps
> > appropriate,
> > in lieu of future parentheses, that now I
> >
> > pause and take breath.
> >
> > All the Best
> >
> > Dave
> >
> > (all the above means is that I'll get back to you on this stuff anon,
> > time,
> > memory and concentration permitting!)
> >
> >
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