I was thinking Patrick was your family strongly Catholic? Things were very
different for Church of England people: my father for instance went to a
service in 1949 to get married and the next time he went on his own behalf
was in 1974 to get buried. In between he did go to other people's funerals,
weddings and even christenings (such as mine) but that was it. What was
all-pervading was the lingering cult of respectability and the small-minded
morality that went with that, but it was more a matter of twitching
curtains that the sanctions of cassocks. For myself, I was what was called
a 'State School Anglican' but the churches never impinged on my life, so I
don't have any hang ups about them. If you were on the receiving end of a
Catholic Education I can understand your gripes. As for London, yes, a
collection of villages, I grew up in an urban village myself, but, almost
tribal as we were, we were still part of the larger entity too.
Busy browsing the Bhagavad Gita, checking out Windows 10, and readying for
a friend's sixtieth tonight, so can't quite make it to Raynes Park to shift
bookcases today but good luck with your washing machine I trust you won't
be relying on an exorcist?
d da b
On 28 January 2015 at 10:04, Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]>
> Dear Pizzled of Leicester
> Hi Dave I did not actually live in the whole of London but in tiny bits of
> it and before that on Canvey island (next to the sea wall just before the
> Thorn Heath in the 50's was not a wonderful place like Leicester with all
> it's car park full of some old doddering Kings bones- have fun -ps my
> washing machine is leaking and I will have to move stacks of book cases to
> get rid of it -need some exercise?
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of David Bircumshaw
> Sent: 28 January 2015 07:32
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: Re: Howling from the perimeters
> I thought you grew up in London? Now I know you make a big play of your
> age but by any standards London wasn't a small place when evwen you were
> Puzzled of Leicester
> On 27 January 2015 at 22:20, Patrick McManus <
> [log in to unmask]>
> > Bill how about a companion piece showing how great things are today!!
> > we even have poetryetc-I seem to remember my early days as so
> > mean-limited-small town religious intolerance- say compared to my
> > granddaughters now cheers P
> > -----Original Message-----
> > From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]]
> > On Behalf Of Bill Wootton
> > Sent: 27 January 2015 21:23
> > To: [log in to unmask]
> > Subject: Howling from the perimeters
> > A companion piece to last week's 'Offshooting':
> > Scarcely tilting at windmills,
> > but when my mates downed
> > Coke, I sipped Fanta or Leed.
> > Banana Splits oiled
> > my gums with gloop,
> > not icy Choc Wedges.
> > Such choices pepper
> > my life, the most popular
> > so eschewable.
> > Neither Holden nor Ford;
> > my first car, a front-
> > wheel drive Morris 1100.
> > Football? Cricket?
> > I settled for volleyball.
> > School team even.
> > Until jeans got under
> > my defences. Couldn't wait
> > to get legs out of Amcos,
> > into Levi's or Wranglers
> > or Lees. The big three.
> > Western gear garnered me.
> > Not sure why. Perhaps
> > the unpretensiousness
> > of screen cowboys appealed.
> > The way they arrived
> > at their own codes and stuck
> > by them, under starry skies.
> > Today's soup of commercial TV,
> > Radio with ads, talkback,
> > how can this attract?
> > At stopwork meetings,
> > never voted for the resolution.
> > Supported forlorn amendments.
> > Floating with the current
> > provides false momentum.
> > I value my tributariness.
> > But how much difference
> > are we talking about?
> > How wide my preferential arc?
> > Am I just another trimmer
> > of tall poppies? Espousing
> > an illusion of superior taste,
> > my nuanced selections
> > riding proud over roughshod
> > popular addictions?
> > Trouble is the mainstream
> > tends to obliterate
> > independence of thought.
> > Consent so easily
> > manufactured nowadays
> > that objectors seem stolid,
> > predictable, naysayers. But
> > what passes for positive
> > so often protects privilege.
> > Polls would have us believe
> > harsh asylum seeker
> > policies keep us all safe.
> > Why can't we forget the taste
> > of fear? Back ourselves in?
> > The gushing middle deserve
> > to be regarded with wariness.
> > Who loads those bouquets
> > at Sydney's Martin Place,
> > by roadside death spots?
> > Why was remote Diana mourned
> > as a breeze-blown candle
> > when Boko Haram snuffs
> > out lives by the hundred?
> > Mass outpourings of grief,
> > apparent hunger for rampant
> > public mourning rituals must
> > spring from somewhere.
> > Or do such displays
> > only reveal the vacuum
> > at the heart of the centre?
> > bw
> David Joseph Bircumshaw
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David Joseph Bircumshaw
Website and A Chide's Alphabet
The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html
Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.com