Monday, 11 April 2011
Saturday, 9 April 2011
Saturday, 2 April 2011
Saturday, 19 March 2011
Towards a language of repatriation
taking the words home to my native land, each of them with a passport,
each of them with baggage, they are British, these words,
and as we fly over the cliffs of Dover - Mist comes into the eyes,
as the waves crash upon England, my beloved England,
then they arrive at immigration, these words do, we all feel good
to have returned, elated even, then the officer checks the dictionary,
"Well well, what have we got here? "Elated" shows her passport,
and he looks up her definition, taking pleasure as He does, and poor "Elated",
seems down in spirit, "You can stay here Miss, but you are Italian
so you should be over there", then he turns to "England"
who is so glad to be back, "I'd hate to be pendantic, but mate,
you should join "Elated" - over there, being of course German."
"German?" "Yes you are originally German" "Oh" Then
he goes through all my utterances, and each one with their
passports checked, and almost all of them are told that they
are visitors from the EU, but some like "Coffee", "Bungalow", "Ketchup",
are given the full treatment, they are taken to one side
and have their passports confiscated, "Algebra" , "Alcohol" "Alcove"
are crying, indeed when I look around, nearly all of my words
are crying in different languages ----
taking the words home to my native land, each of them with a passport,
each of them with baggage, they are British, these words,
and as we fly over the cliffs of Dover - Mist comes into the eyes,
as the waves crash upon England, my beloved England,
then they arrive at immigration, these words do, we all feel good
to have returned, elated even, then the officer checks the dictionary,
"Well well, what have we got here? "Elated" shows her passport,
and he looks up her definition, taking pleasure as He does, and poor "Elated",
seems down in spirit, "You can stay here Miss, but you are Italian
so you should be over there", then he turns to "England"
who is so glad to be back, "I'd hate to be pendantic, but mate,
you should join "Elated" - over there, being of course German."
"German?" "Yes you are originally German" "Oh" Then
he goes through all my utterances, and each one with their
passports checked, and almost all of them are told that they
are visitors from the EU, but some like "Coffee", "Bungalow", "Ketchup",
are given the full treatment, they are taken to one side
and have their passports confiscated, "Algebra" , "Alcohol" "Alcove"
are crying, indeed when I look around, nearly all of my words
are crying in different languages ----
Thursday, 3 February 2011
Loss
Loss
it is difficult to express
the loss
the loss of a loved one
whenever you try
it comes out hopeless
like a failed scone
you want to say
something with edge
and avoid the D word
just loss
but it is never the same
the sadness
curled up inside
your lonely body
nothing will budge
the grief that sticks to
your every thought
like the burr
in Shakespeare
you feel the D word
the chill of nothing
you touch her or him
and the forehead
seems of plastic or wax
where did they go?
you had tried
to get the big picture
tried to breath and relax
but it was not so
a torrent of tears
shook, the dam of denial
broke its walls
the flow of all your fears
and
loss
came
and it stayed
perched on your chest
like the nightmare
of Fuseli - instead of Mum or Dad
with the first great loss
you had lost your virginity
to Death
and you knew you would
follow - there was no one
to comfort you - except your
memory of them - and then
after the drink and wake
was over, you were no longer
the child - you were the man
or woman your Dad or Mum
were, you their legacy.
Thursday, 20 January 2011
The T.S. Eliot Poem (The homeobox)
A Fishy Tale - each line has stage directions (to be read in the voice of: RIVO) . You can work out the tempo yourself.
RIVO
We will start with conkers, you must think me bonkers, ( Max Miller)
Oh not at all, I am very fond of the detail, as you know ( Noel Coward)
The memory of the stream, is naught but the dream of a trout, (Richard Burton)
Explicit sex is the implicit amplex - the very act on top of the very word (Sean Connery)
Like the repetition of the Fall, each time he reads page Three (Frankie Howerd)
I would prefer the poem not at all, to be pressurized by the past ( Sting)
Only the Pound of the Shaw, against the Kant of Shakespeare (Al Pacino)
The breaking of the law, the round of the unconventional list (Ian Paisley sans his politics)
Was I too cruel, to evoke the Sea, and like a Dane watch the TV (Sir Laurence Olivier)
As the channels of communication slush in the bottle of beer (W.C. Fields)
So the repeats commence, in come the old ladies from Elstree (Michael Caine)
studio, to do their bit behind the curtain, or the kid on the pier (Jude Law)
Sucking his lollipop, the stock vintage stuff found in poetry (Frank Sinatra)
Stabbed in the back, is the victim of the tongue, a Tom Dick n' arry, (Freddy Mercury)
Silly to think that I might apprise you of the facts of the birds & bees (Cary Grant)
Stilted like the cheese I give you as you download my file (Mae West)
So T.S. we will down the aisle , swing our incensed image (Woody Allen)
So collect the goodies, as long as we keep to the straight and farrow (Kurt Cobain)
So till our patch, pay our homage, write nothing that threatens (Winston Churchill)
Sir A, B, C, to N, to the root of the aristocrat, and land our page. (Noel Coward)
A Fishy Tale - each line has stage directions (to be read in the voice of: RIVO) . You can work out the tempo yourself.
RIVO
We will start with conkers, you must think me bonkers, ( Max Miller)
Oh not at all, I am very fond of the detail, as you know ( Noel Coward)
The memory of the stream, is naught but the dream of a trout, (Richard Burton)
Explicit sex is the implicit amplex - the very act on top of the very word (Sean Connery)
Like the repetition of the Fall, each time he reads page Three (Frankie Howerd)
I would prefer the poem not at all, to be pressurized by the past ( Sting)
Only the Pound of the Shaw, against the Kant of Shakespeare (Al Pacino)
The breaking of the law, the round of the unconventional list (Ian Paisley sans his politics)
Was I too cruel, to evoke the Sea, and like a Dane watch the TV (Sir Laurence Olivier)
As the channels of communication slush in the bottle of beer (W.C. Fields)
So the repeats commence, in come the old ladies from Elstree (Michael Caine)
studio, to do their bit behind the curtain, or the kid on the pier (Jude Law)
Sucking his lollipop, the stock vintage stuff found in poetry (Frank Sinatra)
Stabbed in the back, is the victim of the tongue, a Tom Dick n' arry, (Freddy Mercury)
Silly to think that I might apprise you of the facts of the birds & bees (Cary Grant)
Stilted like the cheese I give you as you download my file (Mae West)
So T.S. we will down the aisle , swing our incensed image (Woody Allen)
So collect the goodies, as long as we keep to the straight and farrow (Kurt Cobain)
So till our patch, pay our homage, write nothing that threatens (Winston Churchill)
Sir A, B, C, to N, to the root of the aristocrat, and land our page. (Noel Coward)
Sunday, 16 January 2011
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