Orphosis Some body hair and a deeper speaking voice seem poor reward for thirteen years of dutiful eating and shitting. Boys should pupate, and claw their way from the chrysalis transformed into kaleidoscopic manhood. Or at the least should slough their skins, peel off their old selves and step out sleek and bright.
Posts tagged with ‘napowrimo 2006’
I’ve decided to try to get to thirty poems, but loosen the time constraints. Just FYI.
On the little screen that shows the progress of the flight Europe is a blob of green between the beige and blue and white. Sand and sea and snow, expanses that once defined the limits of the known, the limits of the mind. We no longer need to wonder at the unfamiliar; the wild places […]
Too much espresso on an empty stomach. I’d almost forgotten what it’s like; the jitteriness, the edges of the world exaggerated, so each lamp-post is a monolith against the sky. How wise he was, that Ethiopian goatherd who, seeing that the berries of a certain bush had made his flock go wild-eyed and nervous, decided […]
Extreme sports videos are always better with the sound turned off: a restless arrangement of white and blue. And at the centre, a twisting figure fighting to find the simple path through chaos. Now three days behind. Oh well.
How did I get two days behind? Oh well. Kitty Ditty Kitten pie, kitten pie, it makes me sad, I don’t know why; perhaps because their lives were brief; perhaps the fur caught in my teeth.
Tarifa It seems like this should be one of the great myth-places of the world; where the churning grey of the Atlantic meets the winedark Mediterranean, where Europe extends towards an Africa which seems so close that Jesus could lean out across the Strait and share a manly handshake with Muhammed. It’s not, of course. […]
The mysterious translucence of candied peel is a proof of the existence of God. Stained glass just does the same thing, bigger. See also: rainbows, sunsets, and backlit copper beech trees in the spring.
This requires a note of explanation. I thought I’d have a go at doing a version of one of Lorca’s Sonnets of Dark Love that maintained the form. I only managed the first quatrain, but it looks enough like a stand-alone poem that it’ll do. The poem this is taken from is much more interesting […]
Poetry is a prestidigitation of the tongue; wordy gesticulation designed to misdirect, distract, deceive and help the audience believe you really do have nothing up your sleeve; to make it clear an elephant can disappear, a rabbit can become a bunch of flowers and a rose can be death, or purity, or love, or all […]
A Skipping Rhyme These are the end times how do I know? Three little birdies told me so. ‘Death’ said the robin ‘Famine’ said the wren ‘Plague’ said the sparrow and just then who came along but old Jack Daw and all four together said ‘War! War! War!’ 1! 2! 3! 4! Death! Famine! Plague! […]
A Poet’s Lament I should try to write something good instead of all this froth; I should search out some inner flame then find my inner moth.
I have been doing my napowrimo poems, but they won’t be up here until some occasion when I feel like putting them here. Just so you know.
I spent about two hours in a bar staring at an empty notebook, and all I could come up with were these two bits of nonsense: The Blonde Waitress Although the conversation barely slows, a dozen pairs of eyes watch where she goes. Intelligent Design Explained Creating both man and disease might seem a tad […]
ku watching the paso incense and body heat
I can´t work out how to do a hash sign on a Spanish keyboard. Ho-hum. In fact all the punctuation seems to be in the wrong place. I also notice that on IE version whatever this is, the site is displaying incorrectly. Fucking Microsoft. Why don´t they have Firefox anyway? It doesn´t seem fair to […]
I think there’s a good poem somewhere in the idea of a field-guide. This is not that poem; I would need to spend some more time working out what overall effect to go for. But that’s napowrimo for you; can’t afford to think things through. Cloisonné Flycatcher Muscicapa umbraticola L11-27cm Nests in dense clumps of […]
Not in good poetry-writing form today, so this will have to do: Epigram Footballers are messengers of death; a few short years from clear-eyed youth to stiff and out of breath.
Well, here we go again. Napowrimo poem #1 for 2006 is a ‘translation’ of a poem by Antonio Machado. I don’t speak Spanish (I was working with a prose translation and a dictionary), I haven’t attempted to maintain rhyme or metre, and I’ve allowed myself a degree of freedom. I’m by no means convinced by […]