From: David.Hill@bbj.hu To: alex@stinky.com Subject: new convert Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2001 00:49:50 +0100 I've been a poet for ten years, a double dactylist for just a few days. Here are the results so far ... I have a bit of a problem making the first line completely nonsensical - seems like a terrible waste in an eight-line poem - so I've been trying to make that line have at least some relevance to the subject while sounding like nonsense. By the way, you're welcome to pop into my site at www.lyriklife.com David Hill Double dactyls by David Hill February 2001 Meeting of Souls Heroless heroless, Anna Akhmatova Spent a white night with I- Saiah Berlin. Talk was Oxonian, Post-Jakobsonian; Drinks were Stolichnaya, Beefeater gin. Rapprochement Scallywag scallywag, Harrison Birtwhistle, Pete Maxwell-Davies and Other young Turks Soon slotted in with the Anti-Mancunian Poshoes who’d rubbished their Juvenile works. Selective memory Nosey-bem nosey-bem, Christian Morgenstern Suffers posterity’s Ironic curse. Mocked are his ponderings Anthroposophical; Treasured his throwaway Meaningless verse. 1953 Love for three oranges, Sergei Prokofiev Died on the same day as Stalin, alas! Russians from Kremlin to Petropavlovskaya Wept for each hero, ac- Cording to class. Shrunk Siebenbürg Siebenbürg, Matthias Corvinus Ruled a huge empire as Hungary’s king. Now it’s just Sopron to HódmezQvásárhely: He's just the guy with the Crow and the ring. My claim to fame Hollywood Hollywood, Pre-fame Kate Beckinsale Went to my uni: my Subject, my year; Brightened up lectures on Proto-Constructivists. Must have been tough to quit That, for career. Hello again to Berlin Willkommen Willkommen Christopher Isherwood Still haunts Berlin as a Solitary ghost. Gets a bit narked by the Ausländerfeindlichkeit. Still, mustn’t grumble. The Club scene’s The Most. Integration Guardian Guardian, Anthony Harrison, Working-class poet, sang For the oppressed. Soon Tony’s tone became Pseudo-Aeschylian; Now he’s as boring as All of the rest. Brilliant career Rhapsody rhapsody, Sergei Rakhmaninov Held the crowds captive wher- Ever he’d play. Classmate and fellow-Con- Servatoire-medallist, Long-dead Skryabin, was There all the way.