True Dave
but our age seems to have devolved since then… (which I take to be one of your points)
Doug
On Oct 29, 2014, at 4:24 PM, David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Hi Doug
>
>
> no, not quite, Pound's 'the age demanded' is, I would suggest, an aesthetic
> evaluation, my point is about a destruction of meaning, that's why the
> piece ends with a made-up word 'skwoos', a destruction of meaning that
> includes social systems, in fact is societal. Hope that makes sense.
>
> Best
>
> Dave
>
> On 29 October 2014 18:45, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
>> There age(s) demand so much, Dave.
>>
>> Lack & slack, losses all in the chaos?
>>
>> Doug
>> On Oct 28, 2014, at 7:54 PM, David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]>
>> wrote:
>>
>>> I first wrote this, in what passes for my head, twelve years ago, while
>>> confined to a hospital bed. It was published later, in an Australian
>> based
>>> online mag, but today/ yesterday I had occasion to make some minor
>>> alterations to it, and remember a time when a violence to language that
>>> aped the horrors we monkeys inflict on each other was more, um, accepted.
>>> So there you are. I was in the dreaded Leicester Royal Infirmary when I
>>> dreamt this up first.
>>>
>>> *Dissatisfactions with Verse*
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> 'White as a hospital, the lie began ....'
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> I
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> *This is an age of prose.*
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> II
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> The mountains have all been climbed.
>>>
>>> Speechworst evicted gods grudge and slurry
>>>
>>> Off into a flit loft of lost
>>>
>>> Snow flurry. From slow masked
>>>
>>> Breathmarks: plastic, oxygen.
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> III
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> *And rubble.*
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> IV
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> On the bed opposite, his head
>>>
>>> Almost loll-loll lolling
>>>
>>> Drops like a peach, pillowed
>>>
>>> On nothing but memory
>>>
>>> Like that portrait canvas what was it
>>>
>>> Twitch old Goya plus doctor plus.
>>>
>>> Who is emptied eyes swimming
>>>
>>> Pools looking out
>>>
>>> Drained beyond metaphor?
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> V
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> *This is an age of noise.*
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> VI
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> The pure noise, oh the colourless
>>>
>>> Delight, arrhythmia
>>>
>>> Shambling without shape. I believe
>>>
>>> In chance, it is fate;
>>>
>>> The wave's number's up. Look:
>>>
>>> I am a voice, collapsing. Rilke's
>>>
>>> Narrow angels' glob and puddle.
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> VII
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> *And scrabble.*
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> VIII
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> Without shape blur, form blah, purpose us,
>>>
>>> Point dit, off dot, off off, dat, ooze sqwoos.
>>>
>>>
>>> --
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>>>
>>
>> Douglas Barbour
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>>
>> Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations & Continuation 2
>> (UofAPress).
>> Recording Dates (Rubicon Press).
>>
>> that we are only
>> as we find out we are
>>
>> Charles Olson
>>
>
>
>
> --
> 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
> Tumblr: http://zantikus.tumblr.com/
> twitter: http://twitter.com/bucketshave
> blog: http://groggydays.blogspot.com/
> Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.com
>
Douglas Barbour
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Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations & Continuation 2 (UofAPress).
Recording Dates (Rubicon Press).
that we are only
as we find out we are
Charles Olson
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