Dave, if you continue to do this, really, 'one' will need to acknowledge you
as petc poetlaureate. None of us can cobble surprise twinnie thingies like
you can. Might be your diet. If so, then, as the lady once [sort of] said:
"I'll have what he's having."
more more more more more more more more more more more!!!!!!!!!!!
hon. joodles
2008/9/17 David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]>
> Smiling here!
>
> Once it was simple: the post-modern chickens
> lived in stories by Chaucer retold from Aesop
> and everyone knew the colour of dirt on their hands.
> Then space turned complex, like a string
>
> told out through too many years, and we found
> that farmyards turned scenic, and the farting
> old man in brown trousers was now a case
> for social services, or consumer development
>
> and that chickens couldn't read inscriptions
> running wild on rolexes, as the narratives began
> to gibber quietly in half-cocked rickety sheds
>
> and that everyone had too many stories baled
> ready for an unwanting market. That a consclusion
> lies at the line's end is the finish that we fear.
>
>
> (dunno if that's any good at all: just am improvisation with a scared
> of the world smile!)
>
> Best
>
> Dave
>
>
> 2008/9/16 MC Ward <[log in to unmask]>:
> > It's interesting that space w/out time keeps cropping up here when we
> postmodern chickens (sorry, Dave!) have had the term and concept to use
> since 1915 (at least). Strikes _me_ as retro design , albeit on a continuum.
> >
> > Candice
> >
> >
> >
> >
>
>
>
> --
> David Bircumshaw
> Website and A Chide's Alphabet
> http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/
> The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html
> Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.co.uk
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