Flim Jurassic Park

Flim Night is a cabaret event where a film is retold through poetry, short stories, music, video, puppets you name it. I may or may not have a chance to read this later on this evening but I have written my usual sculpted poem from a Roger Ebert review of the film.

Link to the original review here https://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/jurassic-park-1993

Poem here:

JURASSIC PARK (1993) Rated PG-13 For Intense Science Fiction Terror 123 minutes

one condition: That he didn’t have to show the shark for the first hour. By slowly building apprehension the shark would be much more impressive when it finally arrived. He was right. I wish he had remembered that lesson delivers on its promise to show us dinosaurs. We see them early and often, they are a triumph of artistry, human characters are a ragtag bunch of half-realized, sketched-in personalities, who exist primarily to scream, utter dire warnings, and outwit the monsters. Basically a good soul, he realizes the error of tampering with nature. the first to be eaten by a dinosaur. It’s as if one of the Three Stooges wandered into the story. an absolutely standard outline consider what could have been. It inspired us to. You left shaken and a little transformed share big dreams. we’re supposed to be grateful. I have the uneasy feeling they’d be attacking Manhattan with death rays. I’m giving it three stars. You want great dinosaurs, you got great dinosaurs. It could have been so much more.

Advertisements
Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

New Poem

I haven’t added a new poem on here for a while. I have been writing, lots of writing but mainly this is stuff which I would not put on here as it is for another project. I am still running workshops and events with Stirred, including one on the theme of Broken Resolutions last week I add here a poem I wrote in that workshop and the workshop itself if you wish to do it yourself at home. This is very much a workshop draft and of course I was running the workshop so my attention was mainly on making sure attendees got the most out of it!

I do not need love right now

my life is so full of experience and kindness

I have too many books to read the pile falls on my sunflower quilt

I have new year’s resolutions never to make

I have yet to wear the Kermit green PVC mini skirt I bought

I do not need a lover right I can buy batteries in bulk at quality save

and thumping bass lines are available anywhere

I do not need love right now I could kiss anyone at any time

The possibility is enough most days

I do not need love right now I have succulents

I have kept alive for years in my kitchen window

each greening leaf proof of the devotion I am capable of

I do not need love right now I have learned to write poetry without it

I could count up my unfucked days in hours

the number would seem immense and sad

look at my books they are worth more

 

Stirred Workshop: Broken Resolutions:

 

Warm up Word Hoard: write down words you associate with New Year and the breaking and making of resolutions.

Free write from a line for five minutes: ‘’ On this first dark day of the year’’ from Requiem for The New Year By Mary Karr https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43135/requiem-for-the-new-year

Read The Help I Need Is Not Available Here, write a poem that mentions New Year’s Resoliutions in passing and includes a unit measurement, make your own refrain to repeat like the use of ‘’I need Help’’ used here. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/56744/the-help-i-need-is-not-available-here

Read On New Year’s Eve write a poem that like this one starts off gilded and celebratory and goes towards breaking resolutions consider the four line stanza structure and use of formal language/unusual words to create an ornate effect https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/55670/on-new-years-eve

Read New Eyes for The New Year and write a surreal poem focusing on one body part borrow the concept of moving from person to creature via this focus https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/58394/new-eyes-for-the-new-year

 

 

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

First New Poem Posted in a While.

I haven’t been posting a lot on my blog for a number of reasons. I have been writing a lot but I am not trusting the work at the moment. It feels like it is going in its own direction and there is so much of it that is where my poetry is headed. For now I will keep writing and try to trust my voice.

 

 

10th September 2017

last night sunburned and soaked in red wine to wash away the blood images I dreamed my first love took me back my neuroses never made him leave and all our problems were erased. I did not love the last man to share my bed he has let me down I didn’t trust my unruly mind and heart. I am not lonely my mind and time are free I have poetry and the love of friends. My skin holds the sea scent.  The moon is bright from the lurching train window as we pass Diss like some polished stone and waning like my opinion of him. The sun the last few days has cauterised my feelings. This is one of a handful of poems he has found his way into I have been more inspired by shorter dalliances. I will read and sing and keep moving my pen.

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Flim Nite Mulholland Drive

Another excellent Flim Nite at Three Minute Theatre where a film is retold by comedy music and art and below is my contribution as usual sculpted/erased from a review by the late great Roger Ebert.

http://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/mulholland-drive-2001 Laura Elena Harring as Rita Justin Theroux as Adam Kesher Ann Miller Vincenzo as Coco Lenoix Dan Hedaya as Castiglioni Rita Taggart as Linney James Written and Directed by David Lynch Drama, Mystery, Romance, Thriller Rated R For Violence, Language. Nudity and Sexuality 146 minutes |  Roger Ebert October 12, 2001   |   18

Now that he’s arrived there I forgive him At last his experiment doesn’t shatter the test tubes. the less sense it makes, the more we can’t stop watching it. So sexy you’d swear this was a 1970s movie, Having told you all of that, I’ve basically explained nothing, nothing leads anywhere, and that’s even before the characters start to fracture and recombine like flesh caught in a kaleidoscope. There is no explanation. There may not even be a mystery There is nothing that is intended to be a waking moment. Like real dreams, it does not explain, does not complete its sequences, lingers over what it finds fascinating, dismisses unpromising plotlines. Doesn’t feel incomplete because it could never be complete–closure is not a goal. Embodying Hollywood archetypes, slinky and voluptuous in clinging gowns, This is a movie to surrender yourself to. If you require logic, see something else, works directly on the emotions, like music. The way you know the movie is over is that it ends. And then you tell a friend, “I saw the weirdest movie last night.” Just like you tell them you had the weirdest dream.

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Day 2 Poem

Today’s was to do a poem in the style of a recipe I have sort of done that. Check out the prompt here: http://www.napowrimo.net/day-two-4/

 

I make toad in the hole from be-ro cookbook

My step-fahter learned how to make scones from

There are sausages in the fridge and

I am trying to give the kind of sense memory

That can only come from a meal you have eaten

Cooked and known your whole life

 

I wake Mother from her nap to ask what

A ‘’hot oven’’ means this cook book in

Black and white predates Celsius and gas marks

I set the oven and the ceramic dish with oil

To heat up while I make the batter

 

less trouble there an egg is always an egg

I worry over my toad that it will not rise

Will come out rubbery and thin

Set the timer set into the oven and wait

 

It comes out perfectly risen and golden

And he finds it delicious with onions and gravy

 

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Naprowrimo Day 1

Starting the Napowrimo journey again! Didn’t fancy the prompt so just wrote.

 

I cannot understand so many unkindnesses

Feeling intensely brings both poetry and pain

There was no rain today the sun hurt my eyes

I have been taking zopiclone to bring sleep

wake from endless dreams tasting metal

 

 

I can understand what a sewing machine tells me

How to rethread it so the thread will not break

A long straight seam is meditative like putting

One foot in front of another like pedalling a bike

A stitch and a breath a stitch and a breath

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Advice for Today

 

Truths for today

it is hard to give a shit about anything when it is raining in your flat

it is hard to give a shit about anything after four hours sleep and extra Susie Q

poetry matters however hard the sedatives make it to push this pen I have to keep it moving it insists on writing

women’s poetry matters women’s stories about their broken minds matter the stories your broken mind tells matter

it is hard to give a shit about anything when you think you have skin cancer and your face will not stop fucking tingling and let you sleep

you are a hypochondriac who avoids the Dr

you have spent more hours raising your cortisol levels by worrying than you have spent smoking and you used to have an ashtray next to your bed

traffic noise does not despoil the trees or mask birdsong entirely

wear your sunglasses it is better to look weird in winter than feel like a mole with peephole eyes

the heaviest books are guaranteed to be of the least use

feeling mud on your heels makes you feel the thaw of winter there is sun there is mud there is change

you can write

self doubt wastes everyone’s time

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment