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you-phoric

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on August 9, 2017 by malartart

blesses come in prides like

lions

nod to kids to calm with

wine

toddlers fall like drunken

villains

childish debris tips up and

debilitates

exaggerated/ over the top/ far too much/ more than enough/ ‘It’s complicated’/ she heard him say/ ‘it should never have turned out this way’/ articulating words/ with hands waving/ a neon question mark/ above his head/ so she finally gave in/ ‘I know I knew that I then saw what you said/ got high off being near the thoughts sitting in your head/ put my hands together as if in prayer/ with eyes closed I’m hopeful you’re still there/ my breath is erratic/ my hands tremble/ my heart beats like a steel drum/ with stained and unfortunate echoes/ then I finally open my eyes/ to see you’ve gone/ but I remain          you-phoric’

Made Up (Be)Longing  

Posted in poetry, poetry prose with tags , , , on December 1, 2015 by malartart

 

Narrator/ Tutor………. the lodge: it only ever existed in an imagination. It could have been anyone’s but I was certain whose it wasn’t: it wasn’t mine. They had come from miles around/ away to learn how to create and control; and even though they had never met before strong feelings were found to draw them together like an invisible net capturing lost fish. It was up to me to find the right thread to pull; to see if all I saw could be slowly tightened shut or come undone.

It was written and had been for a while: “Notepads open with anticipation and pens full of ink. Heads cocksure; they thought they were ready to create something better. They weren’t ready: nobody could ever be that ready.”

Sat before Narrator/ Tutor- who looks as out of place as we feel= we listen but never learn

‘Not what fiction is but what it one day will become= writing says on black board/white board

Narrator/ Tutor taps at it twice with chalk/ felt pen

Narrator/ Tutor……………What is real?

The small group looks around at each other, almost searching for permission to be able to answer the question

One student finally says……….Anything that wants to be

Now the silence is broken there can be a beginning

Others follow, words are spat at Tutor. What follows is a short selection………

The new

                     The old

Choice

                     Silence

Freedom

                    Feeling blue

Power

                      Endings

Tutor smiles and nods; but not in agreement

                      Finally from Tutor………… Your confidence and certainty, well- I really couldn’t make it up

The woods, the lodge: they only existed in an imagination

Tutor…………………………………………………….Pens ready. Exercise 1

Write about the day ahead

Tutor circles the room like a vulture (as a metaphor too over the top? Can reconsider if needs be)………………………………………………

(Remember: Find the others)

         Al to Su…………………‘What’s your name?’

                                                                ‘Su.’

                                                    ‘Al.’

                       Tutor…………………..‘Oh dear… no names… we are all nameless here. You really should have read your membership pack fully before arriving- the instructions were as clear as day.’ (Is this a strong simile? Others that would be more original= Clear as glass, Clear as crystal, Clear as water, Clear as light)

                                           Su & Al………….. ‘Sorry.’

Tutor………….It’s just that… well it could be a problem later on.

Both nod even though they don’t agree/ understand/ care (delete where applicable).

Tutor circles room………………………………………………

Al…  What are you working on at the moment?

Su… It’s called ‘The Science of Snowflakes’.

Tutor circles and lands………….

                    ……………… Make sure it is no longer than three pages and a half.

Su……………..Why?

Tutor…………………… Because I will wield my authority even in the face of talent- if there is any here.

The student nodded in agreement. The nodding was bare faced lying.

Tutor…………………………………………………………..Exercise 2

Quickly write a description of the room- but leave out the wall- board.

All does as Tutor says……………

The wall-board had never been there

Su… It’s gone.

Al… What has?

Su… I don’t know.

Third exercise: the class is full/ there are only two of you/ or are both statements correct?

I.e. – there was only two places to begin with (the tutor does not make this clear as he moves onto the next exercise [we are then left to presume])

Tutor…………………Fourth and Final Exercise………….How should all this end?

Al turns to

       Su

Su turns to

       Al

Al asks Su is she ready………………………………………………………………………………..She decides to pack light

Outside- is it a sun or moon? Car lights or stars? Suppose it depends on how you look at it. How do you look at it? Do you let it wash over you like unexpected rain or do you read into it far too much?

The car feels real, Al feels in charge, Su feels like they are not quite there yet

Su to Al……..Damn-

                                                      -She suddenly realises (or does she?)  I never finished my story

Tutor… Sentences crossed out, words negated, a past no longer in the past

He takes their application forms and rips them into two, and then again, over and over & over + where were The Others?…

The Science of Snowflakes is that they congregate by attraction not need and then … it’s all downhill from there and… crash

By the stone covered in snow- snow that covers ice- by the two bodies that lay in/out of the car that was on/off the road that was by/in the tree- it read on an engraving with clear markings:

R.I.P.

Ripped

Into

Pieces

 

Trying to Unsubscribe (Take Me off The Gig List)

Posted in poetry with tags , , on November 24, 2015 by malartart

 

Nothing living can haunt

Nothing dead can hurt

/Backstage the audience are parents in(parenthesis)/Comedy is the cage/Jokes are the bars/ Painful memories are the tools/ /I am Black Beauty rearing Ugly Ducklings hoping for Frosty Jack to stop them in their tracks/Speaking through a gag in a telephone manner/ Deliberation is the killing time/

                                           ‘Give us a break’

/Advertising space/ Shot outside this solar system /Look at me/ Look at you/ Look out for witnesses/ As we loot the church hall/ What does the Owl see?/ Does it give a dirty-flannel- wrung out-damn?/ The only way to partake in this jam is sideways or maybe just straight on after all/ So give in your ticket stubs/ When you leave out the door you originally came in/And pull up your collar/ Ignoring the Orange & Green Punx/ Finally filing out of the side exit/ Filling the night with a luminosity/ That will forever stay with me

Now, call me old fashioned, call me romantic, but I’ve got a feeling that the gal who booked me for this gig—wavering the fee, because on the phone they made the point of saying it was for charity—was, and is, the fool I ‘d like to name & shame as me

Now-ness (Still @ the Potter’s Wheel)

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on January 3, 2013 by malartart

                               Fire x 10

Ready steady begin

                           9 jurors sat @ home

1 false witness out of jail

                       Flying in never never land

But who could’ve seen

                        Whats coming?

Up & comers

Think they know what

                                    Fun is

                                              Have they shot a man for whats so clearly

All in the mind?

A friend works close to the wind/ edge

                             In public

                            Gave me the shirt of his back and

   
                then told me                          

What was in Schrödinger’s box

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