This morning, while I waited, I thought to myself "A days worth...". The
idea of filling it, a day, with things in different ways, measures, moods
etc..crossed my mind and almost slipped it until this.
I like it, it makes sense.
On Thu, Jan 28, 2010 at 4:02 PM, andrew burke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> I am presently trying to work this poem out. If you don't know The
> Hollow Men by TSEliot, it may lose a lot. And this format doesn't
> allow italics (for those without rich text) for the quotes. Sigh. But
> have a look if you will - any response is valid. And more than
> welcome!
>
> Illustrated History (title)
>
>
> For us, the faded ink
> whispers of a bleak end.
>
> _We are the hollow men …_
>
> Brittle bones and flawed heart,
> I am drained of much
> and live in echoes.
>
> _May this bring back
> fond memories …_
>
> My play is all dialogue
> at the shopkeeper’s door
> with old Marcia who sits
> on the padded seat
> of her walking frame.
>
> _We are the stuffed men …_
>
> As we talk, about weather
> and rising prices, tradesmen bounce
> out of utilities and trucks
> to buy choc-flavoured milk
> and Mrs Mac’s pies.
> Stained with years,
> the old lady sips her coffee
> through a straw
> and meditates in
> their exhaust. Her dress
> is faded and her hair grey
> but she likes to watch
> tradesmen come and go,
> talking of who can bat
> and who can throw.
>
> _Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!_
>
> Vice detectives own
> the shopkeeper’s son who
> now pushes his daughter –
> thin, bespectacled, thirty –
> towards the bar.
> His family history is
> illustrated in tattoos:
> Mother’s faded numbers
> over a triangle,
> his 1% MC and devil-tailed flames,
> and now
> her bluebird and red rose.
>
> _Behaving as the wind behaves
> No nearer— _
>
> This is the way my day begins,
> This is the way my day begins,
> This is the way my day begins:
> Not with a bang but the paper.
>
>
>
> Andrew
> 'Beyond City Limits', pub. ICLL @ ECU, available at topnotch indie
> bookshops - list at http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
>
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