They seem to have been gouged from air,
from a space, that is, thought empty;
and then, as if by explosion,
bits of them go out everywhere
to a loud sudden noise, leaving slats
of flesh and tattery clothing;
an imitation of a man
or woman, of sorts.
It’s wrecked;
or a vandalized beginning,
if one hadn’t seen it break up;
something started and unfinished;
an attempt by a builder idiot.
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solo poems
http://www.landscapeandlanguagecentre.au.com/current_journal.html
http://www.landscapeandlanguagecentre.au.com/Peripatetica/Peripatetica_Upton_Try%20Valley.pdf
http://www.landscapeandlanguagecentre.au.com/Peripatetica/Peripatetica_Upton_Walking.pdf
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collaborative visual work:-
http://www.poetrybeyondtext.org/upton-begbie.html
http://www.poetrybeyondtext.org/begbie-upton.html
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Lawrence Upton
AHRC Creative Research Fellow
Dept of Music
Goldsmiths, University of London
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