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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. >>> >>> >>> -- >>> 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 >> [log in to unmask] >> >> 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 [log in to unmask] 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