"[W]hen is a prose not a poem" indeed! You forget, dear Dave, that YOU make
your own poetry rules. Blast and bugger anyone else's!
I decided months ago that you and Yeats are Proper Mates. But your voice
dips and intrigues even more.
'Excavation' fits well; do dig now.
Best,
Judy
2009/2/3 David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]>
> 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
> >>
> >
>
>
>
> --
> 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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