I can see how you might have thought of this as ghostly on rereading, Max. I had intended, I suppose the first half of the poem to be a bit Kafkaesque, if that's not being too grand. And then to alter the mood to go a bit bemused/political I suppose.
Analogue/ analog ~ is this like program/me?
Cheers,
B
On 18/07/2012, at 5:51 PM, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> for some time I read this as the utterance of a ghost but at length I realised it was about feeling like a ghost when your landmark vanishes… neat.
> (is analogue the same as analog?)
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> On 18/07/2012, at 8:38 AM, Bill Wootton wrote:
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>> I've rung the council twice now.
>> The problem is
>> I don't live anywhere any more.
>>
>> I still seem to inhabit.
>> I walk through my doors,
>> enter my rooms,
>>
>> even drive on my driveway
>> but my driveway gives onto
>> no street.
>>
>> Some careless car no doubt,
>> (Some carless care perhaps)
>> must have cleaned up the road sign.
>>
>> A neighbour saw the pole,
>> with white sign akimbo,
>> lying in stones, she said.
>>
>> But when I checked,
>> only the dirt crater remained
>> as evidence.
>>
>> It's been two weeks now.
>> The crater is closing over,
>> classification memory dimming.
>>
>> Maybe it all starts here.
>> GPS calls all the shots.
>> Street signs are so...analogue.
>>
>> Bill Wootton
>> 18 July, 12
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