Thanking you Doug. I was happy with the vocal 'pitch' of the piece: it was
more like the way I speak now, approaching the curve to sixty, than how I
spoke or projected (say!) twenty years ago. The hardest influence to shake
off is one's very own yours truly.
On 30 October 2013 17:56, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Well, I was going to say that I thought the 2nd part was the most 'fucking
> good,' but now it's this bit:
>
> 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
>
> but enjoyed it all, & didnt think it was all over the place so much as
> moving with the mind in gear...
>
> Doug
> On Oct 29, 2013, at 12:42 AM, 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
> >
>
> Douglas Barbour
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> Art is always the replacing of indifference by attention.
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David Joseph Bircumshaw
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