It's still all over the place, David except a space now appears betwen 'Or' and 'a'. What's with the asterisks? Otherwise, it's loopily interesting.
Bill
> On 29 Oct 2013, at 11:54 am, David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> sorry for a repeated posting. Pasting from Word to jiscymail always seems
> to involve distortions.
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> About It
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> At first there was a slight problem with bendy tape.
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> It might have been in metric. Or a half-truth in inches.
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>
> I had bought a satellite box, second-hand. I like to peer
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> into the mundane, like a ball,surfing regional news
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> because:it reminds me of hotels. Those *crumbling cliffs*
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> *near Cromer*, the *shifting lists of Munros*, a *postponement*
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> *
> *
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> (the gift of seeping sewage) of a* County Flower Show*.
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> I licked a stamp for old times’ sake and thought of islands shrinking
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> and a strange e-mail on metrics. Oh the eternal anonymity
> of three-star rooms. *There must have beena map once
> *
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> *
> *
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> *that fit* went a voice on the street, climbing my peephole
> window and so a camera panned from the back of my head
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> and the clothes that didn’t quite, taking in the skies, the streets,
> the farms, the trees, like a greedy sucking engine
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>
> looping the continents. I saw huge calendars overthrown
> like statuary; I saw a scarecrow taller than the moon.
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> And knew the size of it was somewhere, like a pavement,
> or the story of the last thing you’ll ever see.
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> PoetryEtc ([log in to unmask])
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> On 29 October 2013 00:10, David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]>wrote:
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>> About It
>>
>>
>> At first there was a slight problem with bendy tape.
>>
>> It might have been in metric. Ora half-truth in inches.
>>
>>
>> I had bought a satellite box, second-hand. I like to peer
>>
>> into the mundane, like a ball,surfing regional news
>>
>>
>> because:it reminds me of hotels. Those *crumblingcliffs*
>>
>> *near Cromer*, the *shifting lists of Munros*, a *postponement*
>>
>> *
>> *
>>
>> (the gift of seeping sewage) of a* County Flower Show*.
>>
>> I licked a stamp for old times’ sake and thought of islands shrinking
>>
>>
>> and a strange e-mail on metrics. Oh the eternal anonymity
>> of three-star rooms. *There must have beena map once
>> *
>>
>> *
>> *
>>
>> *that fit* went a voice on the street, climbing my peephole
>> window and so a camera panned from the back of my head
>>
>>
>> and the clothes that didn’t quite, taking in the skies, the streets,
>> the farms, the trees, like a greedy sucking engine
>>
>>
>> looping the continents. I saw huge calendars overthrown
>> like statuary; I saw a scarecrow taller than the moon.
>>
>>
>> And knew the size of it was somewhere, like a pavement,
>> or the story of the last thing you’ll ever see.
>>
>>
>> --
>> 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
>> twitter: http://twitter.com/bucketshave
>> blog: http://groggydays.blogspot.com/
>> Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.com
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>
>
> --
> 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
> twitter: http://twitter.com/bucketshave
> blog: http://groggydays.blogspot.com/
> Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.com
>
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