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I did have a good Easter. It was very strange but then I haven't had a London Easter since 2000; and that was given over to an event in a pub in the, I think, Cubitt estate north of Angel - I call it that because I can't remember what it was called. Three or four days, I'm not sure, performing DOMESTIC AMBIENT NOISE by Cobbing and me. Normally I'd be sitting on a rocky beach, outstaring seagulls or trying to. I had thought there would be more Easter stuff on t'radio; but apart from disputes over Camwrong's sincerity, there wasn't much. I had assumed we'd start with the St Matthew Passion and head off from there. Must have missed it. The poem of course is nothing to do with Easter. Not as such. Not sure, really. It's just a story board. Hope you're well down there towards the Thames. A concrete poem just drove by on the side of a truck - "B & Q B & Q" On 23 April 2014 11:34, Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]>wrote: > Sounds like we had a good Easter in Sutton > Patrick of Helical indisposition > > -----Original Message----- > From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On > Behalf Of Lawrence Upton > Sent: 23 April 2014 11:25 > To: [log in to unmask] > Subject: Story board > > A beast crunching necklaces. Another smashed hope. > > Broken teeth. Broken construct of wishes. > > Ruler of levels. > > > Dead chicken on makeshift altar. Everyone denies the words of oddity, > speaking contrary to gestures, gesturing contrary to their tone. > > > In an emergency the creatures might give pleasure. This, however, is > mundane. > > > In a confessional a priest says pray for me. He is the only priest alive > in the world. All of the others have been compromised and outmoded. > > > These days most social symbols have been standardised; red for danger, > arrows for direction, fires for purification or cover-up, guns for power, > sky for profit, soil for profit, eyes for science, words for lust or power > or science or danger. > > > Cascades of curses cross abstractions, melt. Cross abstractions melt. That > universe is abandoned that is reflexively abandoning itself. > > > Helical indisposition, address engulfed, says someone. >