Ok Bill if it looks right on your machine. It really was a snap you know -
I wrote it on a Wednesday morning four weeks ago - half before and half
after going over to the hospital with an ex who had a niggling injury from
work - and just straightened some i's and dress-sensed some t's last
Wednesday (note the keeping to regs - I think even the great PATjundrum
would approve of that).
Thanks to Jill and Andrew for their nice noises! The approval of one's
peers is the balm of our desperately seeking and wordy insecurity.
best
dave
On 29 October 2013 06:51, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> It's moon perfect now David. Not the last thing I'll ever see either.
> Takes a few reads to get into it. Not sure I'm all there yet. Beguiling.
>
> Bill
>
> > On 29 Oct 2013, at 5:42 pm, 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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