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elle One of the most truly 'obscene' poems I have ever read is a piece, much anthologised, by Fleur Adcock, which consists of a series of precepts for would-be prize-winning poeticules. Along with some standard diction-speak - no 'thee' or 'thou'-ing for instance (wonder where that leaves the Pisan Cantos?) she comes to the crunch - above all, NO POLITICS. I don't have the disgust-me to hand but I'll ferret it out of the library tomorrow if anyone wants to know more detail on it. The concept behind me poem-squib is, I guess, a metonym- so an act of sexual self-abasement - i.e. 'poem' can't speak because its mouth is (literally) 'stuffed' equals disenfranchisement of voice by authority-speak. Submission to author-ity for approval equals on yer knees honey. Bill Clinton, an Ode. There's often fulmination on this list about the evils of the 'mainstream' and it's not 'merely' a poetling's squibble-squabble. The 'correctspeak' of prescribed diction encodes the language of the bureaucratic-administrative classes. You're welcome to use the thing on yr site if you like - I just wrote it off the cuff - I've altered it a wee bit see below in your quoted message. merci and cheers david ----- Original Message ----- From: elle finn <[log in to unmask]> To: david.bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]>; brit poets <[log in to unmask]> Sent: Friday, August 27, 2021 12:11 AM Subject: Re: A Chide's Alphabet > Dear David, > > Thank you for the poem. I will add it to my website and to the site's > accompanying booklet, if this is all right with you? I'm not used to this > sort of poetry, would you explain what the concept behind it is? > > Best wishes and thank you, > > elle finn > http://www.btinternet.com/~elle.finn/SubVerse.htm > +++++++++++++++++++++ > http://www.moonkissed.org/moonhome.htm > > > >Competition Rules, Entrant's Guide > > > >Submission blues. I a man want, cry, poem says, > >to me his pages, intake, dum > > > >dum thum enfold me, whaa, ha-heave > >me tender lines over > > > >heavy his hard backed spine. Whip her > >her puppy yup, collar chain cullate > > > >me on yer anthos bedbed me > >fuckt for accept yes yes her mmm > > > >yer subject youge ewe mmm, honeybabyum, > >pow her thrusta suckermouth > > > >no unable now say sylph prima > >parte mail tray trudi truly stufft. > > > >Thazza brown envelopes a gretna folks > >parle edict adcock fl-U-r > > > >david bircumshaw > > %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%