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You flatter me kindly Judy. I do sometimes write 'little' poems at the pc these days: like the one I posted yesterday, which took as long to write as the letters took to type, but otherwise I still write in pen or pencil or head even first. But though I remain very involved with poetry, as much for others as for myself, I really haven't written much new in the last few years, I spend more time putting together stuff I've already written, like The Ghost Machine, (I put a new cover on the .pdf file on Monday, take a look at it, I'm rather proud as it has a +ahem+ picture of a 'real' ghost on it!) best dave 2009/4/29 Judy Prince <[log in to unmask]> > Well, Dave, if it's at the pc you write poetry, then get back to it!! <g> > You know I think you're THE poet of the English language, with the > exception, of course, of the woman who wrote the works attributed to > Shaksper. > You think I jest? You think I think others can do as well? I am mindful > of > the stunning beauties of others' poems, believe me, some of these poets who > are petc members as well as my best friends. But for the many and profound > poetic joys their works give me, your poetry gives, as well, a power knit > well into every poem. That poetic power with its invariable sensuality is > rare. You're a forceful word-creator, too, your twists and combinants jump > cunningly around, happily surprising. And I can see you lurking smiley > behind them. I like that! > > Best, > > joodles > > > > 2009/4/29 David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]> > > > Thanks, btw, Judy. > > Today is odd as I seed to have written many posts yet have spent most of > > the > > day frantically doing things nowhere near the pc. > > > > 2009/4/29 Judy Prince <[log in to unmask]> > > > > > Unable to know and feel your historically-contexted experience, I > > > nevertheless gleaned my own plaintive years hearing the young trumpet > > their > > > own demise. Some may say it is ever thus, but I have doubted that > coffin > > > of > > > thought. > > > You can write poetry, David; I hope that you write lots and lots of it, > > or > > > I > > > will wonder at your self-stalling magnificence. > > > > > > joodles > > > > > > 2009/4/29 David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]> > > > > > > > I was thinking of a Wilfred Owen phrase' bugles calling from sad > > shires'. > > > > This St George's Day parade had been organised to pre-empt the event > > > being > > > > co-opted by right-wing bodies, yet the brass instruments and uniform > > > > prevalence couldn't but make me think to a hundred years back, when > > > similar > > > > events would have been trooping the young who were to be the mown in > > > > Flanders fields a few years later. > > > > > > > > 2009/4/29 Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]> > > > > > > > > > Davy I misread as bugloss blowing in the field (much better > methinks) > > > > > Love to the whole of Leicester and surrounding regions > > > > > Patrick poetaster first class,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, > > > > > -----Original Message----- > > > > > From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto: > [log in to unmask] > > ] > > > On > > > > > Behalf Of David Bircumshaw > > > > > Sent: 29 April 2009 09:34 > > > > > To: [log in to unmask] > > > > > Subject: Snap > > > > > > > > > > I was walking by the cathedral, coming out of town,and came to a > halt > > > at > > > > > the > > > > > line of scouts > > > > > marching for St George. It was Sunday and this > > > > > was a delayed parade and my mind went back > > > > > > > > > > to the blue bound school log books the head > > > > > allowed me to quarry and the repeated thump > > > > > of reports on Empire Day. And I thought > > > > > of bugles blowing somewhere, and mud fields > > > > > > > > > > as bands now began a march a trumpet blow. > > > > > > > > > > -- > > > > > David Bircumshaw > > > > > "Nothing can be done in the face > > > > > of ordinary unhappiness" - PP > > > > > Website and A Chide's Alphabet > > > > > http://www.staplednapkin.org.uk > > > > > The Animal Subsides > > http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html > > > > > Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.co.uk > > > > > No virus found in this incoming message. > > > > > Checked by AVG - www.avg.com > > > > > Version: 8.5.287 / Virus Database: 270.12.7/2085 - Release Date: > > > 04/28/09 > > > > > 18:02:00 > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > -- > > > > David Bircumshaw > > > > "Nothing can be done in the face > > > > of ordinary unhappiness" - PP > > > > Website and A Chide's Alphabet > > > > http://www.staplednapkin.org.uk > > > > The Animal Subsides > http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html > > > > Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.co.uk > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > -- > > David Bircumshaw > > "Nothing can be done in the face > > of ordinary unhappiness" - PP > > Website and A Chide's Alphabet > > http://www.staplednapkin.org.uk > > The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html > > Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.co.uk > > > -- David Bircumshaw "Nothing can be done in the face of ordinary unhappiness" - PP Website and A Chide's Alphabet http://www.staplednapkin.org.uk The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.co.uk