These  things aren't the same on the web. The Records Office doesn't charge
for access btw.

As for yr other remarks, sir - grin.

2009/10/22 Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]>

> Yes! Like Touching a two hundred year old woman!
> Re vocation was it book burning???
> Luv P perking up a bit today
> Ps all these should be on the web!!and for free
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of David Bircumshaw
> Sent: 22 October 2009 19:09
> To: [log in to unmask]
>  Subject: Re: Missing Heyrick
>
> Desmond
>
> Well I'm glad it wasn't John Heyrick lurking on the net all the time
> considering the efforts I had to go to in order to see his book: the piece
> I
> posted I copied out in pencil at the archive - no pens or other implements
> allowed! As well as travelling up to Wigston. In near rain.
>
> There was this lovely sensation of handling this 200 year old book that had
> been touched by so few. I think I missed a vocation.
>
> He was from the same family as the celebrated Robert Herrick, same family
> different spelling, there was also another one, poet that is,  in the 17th
> century, Thomas Heyrick.
>
> 2009/10/22 Desmond Swords <[log in to unmask]>
>
> > Cheers Bircumshaw, I really like it. The thy thee thou thine oft o'erness
> > is
> > so minimal, i thought, until I discovered this archive.org link to his
> > work,
> > that these two stanzas might be part of your own practice: some flarf
> > strategy of passing off your own gear by presenting it as the work of a
> > fictional obscure poet, a la whatsiface the nu ka ka ka Kent whatsigob..
> >
> >
> >
>
> http://www.archive.org/stream/hardyremainslit000hardrich/hardyremainslit000h
> ardrich_djvu.txt
> >
> > On first reading it, I was wondering were all the thees and thous were,
> > thinking ...hey, hold on a mo 'I', could this be a post po-mo ironic
> > posturing by master D, perhaps...that yonder breaks some conceptual
> hoodoo
> > whose purpose is to trickster the plebs, cuz the thee thou malarky tis
> not
> > present to put one off...and hark, look, only at the final couplet does
> thy
> > soft control render to sweet sounds that break o'er the contemporary
> > without
> > causing pain or aural injury...This is too good, one projected, I must
> > google and hopefully settle the flicker of paranoid stab one got one
> first
> > reading.
> >
> > Hence the link.
> >
> > ~
> >
> > And reading the opening of it, it occurred to me that that the sentiments
> > expressed by ...
> >
> > ...arghhhh...
> >
> > oops, made a mistake, it isn't Heryck but a geezer called John Stockdale
> > Hardy, Esquire
> >
> > In the Will of: dated
> >
> > 4th May, 1847, is contained as follows : -
> >
> > "I give and bequeath all my Literary Memoranda and Manu-
> > scripts to my friend John Gough Nichols, of Parliament Street,
> > in the City of Westminster, Esquire, with a request that he will
> > look them over and publish such of them as he thinks proper to
> > be collected, together with the pamphlets I have already published,
> > and collect them and the said pamphlets into a volume, such
> > volume to be entitled, * The Remains of John Stockdale Hardy,
> > F.S. A. sometime Registrar of the Archdeaconry Courts of Leices-
> > ter.' Of this publication I of course wish him to act as the Editor.
> > I particularly wish the said John Gough Nichols to attend my
> > funeral. And I give and bequeath to him the sum of 56150 to
> > defray the expense of the above-mentioned publication, and the
> > sum of 36200 as a personal legacy and a mark of my esteem for
> > him. I wish such of the articles which I communicated to the
> > * Gentleman's Magazine ' as he may deem fitting to be reprinted in
> > the aforesaid volume. I began to correspond in that publication
> > in the year 1809, and the first article I wrote appeared in the
> > Magazine for the month of August in that year."
> >
> >
> > Here we are, imagining as untutored middle-aged marrieds, that our leaks
> > one
> > day before we're gone, will flash around the globe and light the page of
> > every rag from the echo to review, and as the years pass it dawns on us
> > that: no, there are no hoardes clamouring to hear our songs of life and
> > love; but only the sound of others, silent in the forest, or tu-wit
> > tu-wooing as best we can...
> >
> > When you compel the bird of night
> > To view the sun with eagle's eye,
> > Or with his bold undaunted flight
> > To penetrate the noon-day sky,
> >
> > Then under the same soft control,
> > In polish'd strains I'll learn to trace,
> > The countless virtues of thy soul,
> > The countless beauties of thy face.
> >
> > cheers
> >
>
>
>
> --
> David Bircumshaw
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"A window./Big enough to hold screams/
You say are poems" - DMeltzer
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