Keep them coming, Dominic. Fine stuff....
Doug
On 9-Nov-09, at 6:10 AM, Dominic Fox wrote:
> FROZEN TO THE CORE, to synthesized
> accompaniment, algorithmic ice-crystals
> swarming in the air. The lyric plays
> both ways, wins over the stop-whining crowd
> whilst spoofing aspiration. Formally
> we're trapped, wherever; substitution
> feigns mobility in stasis, like a sliding
> block-puzzle, shunting the empty square
> from place to place. Hard to imagine
> this as a hit: what were the punters thinking?
> A DEAL WITH GOD the best you can make out for
> unless young-moneyed, darling of the age:
> no pact or reason possible with anarchy-
> the-skeleton dancing in our worthless hides.
>
> * * *
>
> I am compiling a dictionary of phrases quoted in these poems - the
> first here is from "Wouldn't it be good" by Nick Kershaw, the second
> from "Running up that hill" by Kate Bush: both songs about wanting to
> change places, to exchange miseries or ecstasies with another - a
> trope that seemed to have a particular resonance at the time.
>
Douglas Barbour
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