and no, it still hasn't come out right!!!!!
On 29 October 2013 06:42, David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]>wrote:
> Bill - it's headache transposing text from one bundle of software to
> another> oh for the simplicities of ink. Anyhow, after much deliberation,
> this one OUGHT to come out right (it has even been back to that simple land
> of plain text) I have, though, abandoned all italics (!):
>
> About It
>
> At first there was a slight problem with a bendy tape.
>
> It might have been in metric. Or a half-truth in inches.
>
> I had bought a satellite box, second-hand. I like to peer
> into the mundane, like a ball, surfing regional news shows
>
> because it reminds me of hotels. Those crumbling cliffs
> near Cromer, the drifting lists of Munroes, a postponement
>
> (down to seeping sewage) of a County Flower Show.
>
> I licked a stamp for old times’ sake and thought of islands shrinking
>
> and a strange e-mail on metrics. Oh the eternal anonymity
> of three-star rooms. There must have been a map once
>
> that fit went a voice on the street, climbing my peep-eye
> window and so the camera panned from the back of my head
>
>
> and the clothes that didn’t quite, taking in the skies, the streets,
> the farms, the trees, like a greedy sucking engine
>
> looping the continents. I saw huge calendars overthrown
> like statuary; I saw a scarecrow taller than the moon.
>
> I saw the size of it was somewhere, like a pavement,
> or the story of the last thing you’ll ever see.
>
>
> On 29 October 2013 02:52, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
>> It's still all over the place, David except a space now appears betwen
>> 'Or' and 'a'. What's with the asterisks? Otherwise, it's loopily
>> interesting.
>>
>> Bill
>>
>> > On 29 Oct 2013, at 11:54 am, David Bircumshaw <
>> [log in to unmask]> wrote:
>> >
>> > sorry for a repeated posting. Pasting from Word to jiscymail always
>> seems
>> > to involve distortions.
>> >
>> >
>> >
>> > About It
>> >
>> >
>> > At first there was a slight problem with bendy tape.
>> >
>> > It might have been in metric. Or a half-truth in inches.
>> >
>> >
>> > I had bought a satellite box, second-hand. I like to peer
>> >
>> > into the mundane, like a ball,surfing regional news
>> >
>> >
>> > because:it reminds me of hotels. Those *crumbling cliffs*
>> >
>> > *near Cromer*, the *shifting lists of Munros*, a *postponement*
>> >
>> > *
>> > *
>> >
>> > (the gift of seeping sewage) of a* County Flower Show*.
>> >
>> > I licked a stamp for old times’ sake and thought of islands shrinking
>> >
>> >
>> > and a strange e-mail on metrics. Oh the eternal anonymity
>> > of three-star rooms. *There must have beena map once
>> > *
>> >
>> > *
>> > *
>> >
>> > *that fit* went a voice on the street, climbing my peephole
>> > window and so a camera panned from the back of my head
>> >
>> >
>> > and the clothes that didn’t quite, taking in the skies, the streets,
>> > the farms, the trees, like a greedy sucking engine
>> >
>> >
>> > looping the continents. I saw huge calendars overthrown
>> > like statuary; I saw a scarecrow taller than the moon.
>> >
>> >
>> > And knew the size of it was somewhere, like a pavement,
>> > or the story of the last thing you’ll ever see.
>> >
>> > PoetryEtc ([log in to unmask])
>> >
>> >
>> > On 29 October 2013 00:10, David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]
>> >wrote:
>> >
>> >> About It
>> >>
>> >>
>> >> At first there was a slight problem with bendy tape.
>> >>
>> >> It might have been in metric. Ora half-truth in inches.
>> >>
>> >>
>> >> I had bought a satellite box, second-hand. I like to peer
>> >>
>> >> into the mundane, like a ball,surfing regional news
>> >>
>> >>
>> >> because:it reminds me of hotels. Those *crumblingcliffs*
>> >>
>> >> *near Cromer*, the *shifting lists of Munros*, a *postponement*
>> >>
>> >> *
>> >> *
>> >>
>> >> (the gift of seeping sewage) of a* County Flower Show*.
>> >>
>> >> I licked a stamp for old times’ sake and thought of islands shrinking
>> >>
>> >>
>> >> and a strange e-mail on metrics. Oh the eternal anonymity
>> >> of three-star rooms. *There must have beena map once
>> >> *
>> >>
>> >> *
>> >> *
>> >>
>> >> *that fit* went a voice on the street, climbing my peephole
>> >> window and so a camera panned from the back of my head
>> >>
>> >>
>> >> and the clothes that didn’t quite, taking in the skies, the streets,
>> >> the farms, the trees, like a greedy sucking engine
>> >>
>> >>
>> >> looping the continents. I saw huge calendars overthrown
>> >> like statuary; I saw a scarecrow taller than the moon.
>> >>
>> >>
>> >> And knew the size of it was somewhere, like a pavement,
>> >> or the story of the last thing you’ll ever see.
>> >>
>> >>
>> >> --
>> >> David Joseph Bircumshaw
>> >> **
>> >> Website and A Chide's Alphabet
>> >> http://www.staplednapkin.org.uk
>> >> The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html
>> >> Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/david.bircumshaw
>> >> twitter: http://twitter.com/bucketshave
>> >> blog: http://groggydays.blogspot.com/
>> >> Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.com
>> >
>> >
>> >
>> > --
>> > David Joseph Bircumshaw
>> > **
>> > Website and A Chide's Alphabet
>> > http://www.staplednapkin.org.uk
>> > The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html
>> > Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/david.bircumshaw
>> > twitter: http://twitter.com/bucketshave
>> > blog: http://groggydays.blogspot.com/
>> > Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.com
>> >
>>
>
>
>
> --
> David Joseph Bircumshaw
>
> **
> Website and A Chide's Alphabet
> http://www.staplednapkin.org.uk
> The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html
> Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/david.bircumshaw
> twitter: http://twitter.com/bucketshave
> blog: http://groggydays.blogspot.com/
> Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.com
>
--
David Joseph Bircumshaw
**
Website and A Chide's Alphabet
http://www.staplednapkin.org.uk
The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/david.bircumshaw
twitter: http://twitter.com/bucketshave
blog: http://groggydays.blogspot.com/
Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.com
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