Ah poetry! earlier this evening, in the light-poisoned dump of the
valley where I live (as opposed to the clear skies up the hill where L
abides) I saw, not just the Moon, in quarter, you usually get that,
nor too Venus, as the Evening Star, that hell of sulphuric acid that
still burns through, but also a feebly winking Sirius too.
That was an event, in this particular ontological dump. I've also been
very mindful lately that where I live is notable for being a 2 to 3
thousand year old graveyard ( a necropolis of Grannies)
Up the hill, the night sky unveils itself all through winter. Here we
get coughs.
(I've missed all the New Poetry debate because of junk mail on e-mail
addresses of mine)
The 'family' poem, or prose, is definitely the direction I need to
excavate, the question is when is a prose not a poem?
(I think Vallejo used a verb in Spanish that could be translated as
'when I prose (make) this poem'
Best
Dave
2009/2/3 Judy Prince <[log in to unmask]>:
> Ah, well, one must have some Tuesday laffs. And, apparently, we must have
> beauty, namely, your "iridescent colours of pollutants on the canal-skim
> surfaces", poetic; I immediately 'saw' myself staring at oil coatings in
> puddles, all the child-time magic when we didnae know about 'pollutants'.
>
> I often remember your beginning of a book [or, rather, my desire for a
> book-length poem] about you and your parents. My lifelong dislike of
> reading novels skipped a bit when friends insisted I read McCourt's
> _Angela's Ashes_. It came today, and I hoped that you'd gotten on with your
> 'family' poem. Indeed, today, then, you mentioned your parents.
>
> [Total Aside: Because of a remarkable ongoing debate about the
> interpretation of 'Loveliest of Trees' [AEHousman] on New Poetry, a rodent
> came across the fact of his B'Ham upbringing. I kept figuring that a clue
> to his background might settle our interp debate.]
>
> Just a few lines more, dear Dave, on the 'family' poem, eh?
>
> BTW, maybe we ontologically dump on God bcuz the name itself is a tough
> unmeaning lump. "Good", at least, would soften and morph it up a bit. Is
> this where Anglo-Saxon fails us? I'd hope not.
>
> Judy
>
> 2009/2/3 David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]>
>
>> Joodles
>>
>> I have also been reminded recently of the notion of 'It' being the
>> target of 'ontological dumping' in that we turn 'It' into Something
>> Other Than It, God is a Good Example of That.
>>
>> Best
>>
>> (Smiles, glad I give you a laff. I've discovered that many people have
>> been brought up in Birmingham, the poor sods, I must admit though that
>> the iridescent colours of pollutants on the canal-skim surfaces did
>> represent a kind of optical gorgeousness to me as a kid)
>>
>> Best
>>
>> Dave
>>
>> 2009/2/3 Judy Prince <[log in to unmask]>:
>> > There must be a message in this, Dave. What does 'It' represent:
>> watching
>> > the film, being with your first prolonged love, or HOLDING HANDS? Are
>> you
>> > sure that you didnae climb into your bed at age 3 as a self-initiating
>> > Contraceptive Device, you precocious divvil.
>> > BTW, we have discovered that AE Housman was brought up in Birmingham.
>> !!!!!
>> >
>> > Best, and thanks for the laffs,
>> >
>> > Judy
>> >
>> > 2009/2/3 David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]>
>> >
>> >> I remember one evening when I was eighteen, several centuries ago,
>> >> sitting with my first +serious+ girlfriend and my then i.e. deceased
>> >> mom and dad on the same settee watching that film and said distant
>> >> parents, who barely spoke, and hadn't slept in the same bed alone
>> >> together since before my conscious memories (I do recall them being in
>> >> the same bed when I was about three but they put me in the middle as a
>> >> contraceptive device) watching that film, with me and my first
>> >> prolonged love, and HOLDING HANDS.
>> >>
>> >> It was a shock to me, and probably to my dad, as he dropped dead a few
>> >> weeks after.
>> >>
>> >> Best
>> >>
>> >> Dave
>> >>
>> >>
>> >>
>> >> 2009/2/3 Jeffrey Side <[log in to unmask]>:
>> >> > New blog post:
>> >> > "Looking at the barrage of overrated and over-produced contemporary
>> films
>> >> it is easy to forget that film once aspired to be an art form. One such
>> film
>> >> is William Wyler's 1939 underrated version of Emily Bronte's novel
>> Wuthering
>> >> Heights which ..."
>> >> > http://jeffreyside.tripod.com/
>> >> >
>> >>
>> >>
>> >>
>> >> --
>> >> 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
>> >>
>> >
>>
>>
>>
>> --
>> 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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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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