Well I'm contemplating the possibility of the thirty-second poem at present,
Arni, it becomes rather like track and field, you have to get faster all the
, um, 'time'.
Mmm, yr piece reads like a paragraph, an excerpt, as it were, from something
larger unwritten.
Be good, and remember to be careful about humour, it can be taken wrongly at
times.
Best
Dave
David Bircumshaw
Leicester, England
Home Page
A Chide's Alphabet
Painting Without Numbers
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----- Original Message -----
From: "Árni Ibsen" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Wednesday, November 27, 2002 10:06 PM
Subject: Re: bye
Just to be good and compliant (is there such a word?). Not much poetry
written this end of the spectrum these last few weeks as I'm busy writing
other things. Towards the end of August, however, I wrote this almost in one
breath and have not revised it yet. It might even fit DB's definition of a
one minute poem. If it is a poem.
After this great inconclusive
search for I know not what -
After fumbling & stumbling
through my darkened house I
finally reach my hand under
the sofa and feeling a book
there pull out a paperback
entitled 'The Undiscovered
Checkhov' -
I might fish out a few more shortly if you can bear it.
Best
Árni
--
Árni Ibsen
Stekkjarkinn 19,
220 Hafnarfjördur,
Iceland
tel.: +354-555-3991
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on 11/27/02 4:08 PM, david.bircumshaw at [log in to unmask]
wrote:
> I too will miss Doug Clark's voice and hope that he reconsiders. In the
> meantime, as per Randolph's request, here's a poem. I first wrote it last
> year and posted its prior version here. I felt uneasy about a section
> towards the end and all I've done is change one word and it +seems+ to
have
> 'done the trick'. It should be mentioned that the change was prompted by a
> query by my kind friend Mr Frederick Pollack.
>
> Best
>
> Dave
>
> (and here's the still untitled poem)
>
>
>
> An illusion of sufficiency adhered
> to the world; an impression held
> of great battles lost on the knives
> that blue heroes shone on waste
> lands and night's wide. Was it that
> an answer at last had stitched itself
> inside? Was it that the taste
> of days had not this time dribbled
> away in long leakages of savour?
> Or that ghostly weather above,
> smokily balletic as thoughts,
> had seeded a fresh narrative
> into the worn yarns of dried, inland
> sailors? The heroes
>
> were blue, beaten, and fell like ice.
> The sun was singing through them.
> Their statues, that loomed like sirens
> above each forgetting day's calls,
> summoners of tyres, offices, tarmac,
> hushed and evanesced in whispers,
> like crowds startled into people.
> For this breath, at least,
> the poem emerged
>
> from the sky's head, and the thread
> was spun, as to itself as lilies.
>
>
>
>
>
>
> David Bircumshaw
>
> Leicester, England
>
> Home Page
>
> A Chide's Alphabet
>
> Painting Without Numbers
>
> http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/index.htm
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "whp" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Wednesday, November 27, 2002 10:21 AM
> Subject: Re: bye
>
>
> Dear Douglas,
>
> thank you for your contribution to the list. You'll be missed and I for
one
> hope you change your mind.
>
> I was wondering if other listmembers felt like following Douglas' example,
> not by leaving, but by posting some poems.
>
> best
>
> Randolph
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Douglas Clark" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Wednesday, November 27, 2002 7:46 AM
> Subject: bye
>
>
>> I had decided that after Alison gave her reading in Bath I
>> would leave this mailing-list so I will say goodbye now.
>> Alison gave a very fine reading at the Arts Centre which
>> was pretty well packed, and by poets at that. But now it
>> is time to go. Bye.
>>
>>
>> --
>>
>> Douglas Clark, Bath, England mailto: [log in to unmask]
>> Lynx: Poetry from Bath ..........
> http://www.bath.ac.uk/~exxdgdc/lynx.html
>>
