ooze sqwoos.!
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From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of David Bircumshaw
Sent: 29 October 2014 01:54
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Subject: Snap snip snap
I first wrote this, in what passes for my head, twelve years ago, while confined to a hospital bed. It was published later, in an Australian based online mag, but today/ yesterday I had occasion to make some minor alterations to it, and remember a time when a violence to language that aped the horrors we monkeys inflict on each other was more, um, accepted.
So there you are. I was in the dreaded Leicester Royal Infirmary when I dreamt this up first.
*Dissatisfactions with Verse*
'White as a hospital, the lie began ....'
I
*This is an age of prose.*
II
The mountains have all been climbed.
Speechworst evicted gods grudge and slurry
Off into a flit loft of lost
Snow flurry. From slow masked
Breathmarks: plastic, oxygen.
III
*And rubble.*
IV
On the bed opposite, his head
Almost loll-loll lolling
Drops like a peach, pillowed
On nothing but memory
Like that portrait canvas what was it
Twitch old Goya plus doctor plus.
Who is emptied eyes swimming
Pools looking out
Drained beyond metaphor?
V
*This is an age of noise.*
VI
The pure noise, oh the colourless
Delight, arrhythmia
Shambling without shape. I believe
In chance, it is fate;
The wave's number's up. Look:
I am a voice, collapsing. Rilke's
Narrow angels' glob and puddle.
VII
*And scrabble.*
VIII
Without shape blur, form blah, purpose us,
Point dit, off dot, off off, dat, ooze sqwoos.
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David Joseph Bircumshaw
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