NAPOWRIMO Day Sixteen as Day Fourteen

Today’s prompt was the dream diary one http://www.napowrimo.net/day-fourteen-5/ I chose to define rowboat, teacup and ballet slipper. I read a lot of these dream dictionary type books in the 90s and noiw frequently write my own dreams into these poems, these are all made up dreams though! The writing music today was Alisha’s Attic’s album Alisha Rules The World which had the great singles I Am, I Feel and Alisha Rules the World.

Rowboat: You dream water is rising fast your arms are strong enough to carry you away in your waking life you feel overwhelmed by your responsibilities you want time to think your own thoughts not work on someone else’s ideas

Teacup: The teacups have been known to dance their patterns shift to the beat you wish to be reckless drink absinthe make art you work in an office let your freak flag fly wear odd socks and blue lipstick

Ballet Slipper: You make the pirouette barely perceptible unease passing your face you fear the fall you cannot believe your luck you are happy when you open your eyes think it can all go in a blink

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Napowrimo day Fifteen as Day Eleven

A late entry today. This poem comes to you via the prompt about the future of your body http://www.napowrimo.net/day-eleven-6/ and the headline of this article about Physicist Carlo Rovelli’s comment about the nature of time https://www.theguardian.com/books/2018/apr/14/carlo-rovelli-exploding-commonsense-notions-order-of-time-interview ”there is no such thing as past or future” this poem makes no attempts to be accurate from a physics standpoint it took that line and ran into whimsy.

There is no such thing as past or future  we are moving through the everlasting now there is a now where my hair shone long to my waist there is a now coming up where I will need to pare my nails the upturned toes hitting the inside of my black leather converse there is a now when I woke in the arms of someone whose heart was perfectly joined to mine for a given unit of now however impossible that is there is a now where my skin healing capabilities will slow the burst blister on my heel took less than a week that now is not now there is a now when my skin will no longer feel soft after I brush it in the bath and I will not smell the roses there is a now where I will get a geometric shape burned on me having missed a patch with spf there is a now when I will have finished writing another book of poetry if I close my eyes I can see the outline of it like persistence of vision there is a now when I will see stars in bed again there is a now where I will successfully paint my fingernails there is a now where I will cycle for an hour with ease there is a now where I am drinking camomile tea this now occurs often there is a now when I will sing on stage again.

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Napowrimo day Nine as day 13

You can tell I haven’t been out that much this month this is your third bath poem. However as the challenge I set myself was to just have a go and do it quickly this what you get. Today’s writing music was Joy Division’s Closer.

Day nine’s prompt was something large and something small colliding I didn’t quite manage that but me vs a collapsing house is somewhat on that scale.

My most persistent intrusive thought/hallucination/misperception is that the futon bed flowered throw and all that the bath I am trying to enjoy singing along to Leonard Cohen ”touched her perfect body with your mind” is going to fall through the floor the bath one carries most water in my anxious mind there was a leak under the bath years ago unnoticed till the flat below’s carpet showed it rotten joists come into view below me and I am naked injured skewered by pipework broken lipstick smeared moisturiser glass jar fragments greased cling to my skin ridiculous among the bubbles in the foundations.

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Napowrimo Day Eight Prompt

The prompt for day was to write a poem where something mysterious or magical occurs http://www.napowrimo.net/day-eight-5/ I will take any excuse at all to write about mermaids so that is what you got today. The music was Lou Reed’s Transformer whose song I’m so Free on the album has the line ”Do you remember the shape I was in? I had horns and fins” which seems apt.

It was 3am my Sahara mouth rudely woke me I grasped the unicorn printed glass to slake the thirst Quetiapine creates in the night blinking under the uncovered lightbulb achieving an impossible feat in bathroom light: remaining beautiful a mermaid perplexed in the bathtub she had a cake of soap in her hands was testing it like a coin with her sharp teeth I could see her scales were drying out turned on a cold tap the gills on her neck breathed a sigh she splashed and let me take the soap I sat on the side of the bath she looked wide while I glugged from my glass a rarely seen receptacle while whole rocks are unkind to glass I thought on what to offer my unexpected guest as she slurped from the tap where ever she travelled hunger was presumed pondered the fishfingers in my freezer there is no etiquette I know of on what to serve a mermaid who appears in your bathtub I thought of how to get her back to the sea a small tub on a trailer I could pull with my bicycle round here it would pass for hipster antics someone would stop us to ask where she sourced her monofin I left to rattle the cupboards hoping bladderwrack, a fresh haddock, a plate of oysters would appear the splish splosh her tail made stopped I looked in the bath a white shell and nothing more next to the plug hole.

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Naporwrimo: Back again with Day Ten Prompt

I said at the beginning and joining late I would not be taking this that seriously so I missed a few days and have done day ten’s prompt http://www.napowrimo.net/day-ten-6/ a poem of simultaneity- where many things happen at once.

When I started to realise I did not love him I cut my hair I kissed a man I didn’t know the name of with a better beard I became as fixated on filling notebooks with my thoughts as at seventeen I stopped listening to Buddy Holly for the longest period since I was a child in adulthood he came to imbue new love and hope in me

When I started to realise I did not love him I no longer recognised my own face or how to paint it the sprawling succulent in the kitchen shrivelled with lack of care tins of tomato soup  fell on me every time I opened the cupboard equilibrium was lost my feet were bleeding from the wrong shoes and I scratched holes in my scalp sleep evaded me books fell off the shelf onto the bed I was not sleeping in the ever familiar ever ridiculous fear the bed will fall through the floor ever present

Today I sleep soundly I replaced the battery in my white hearted alarm clock I wonder if it has fooled my subconscious into hearing another heart beat the way you can fool a young pup with the tick and a hot water bottle each morning I wake more ready to open my heart.

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Napowrimo Non Prompt Poem

Your gravestone is shored up

with a block of wood

shoddy against flecked granite

the tree that sheltered you all that time

fell

lies have been told about your last night

 

on your 26th deathaversary there was gin

and too much of everything

I smoked other peoples cigarettes

kissed a stranger and had an argument

 

there is no proper ritual to attend

the ghost I do not believe in

I cannot place daffodils above you from here

 

the weight of grief swings like the scales

I played with in our kitchen adding

and subtracting discs of ounces

 

I am yet to find the kind of love I would risk my life for.

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Napowrimo Flim Nite The Matrix

As I am off to the fabulous frenetic genre defying cabaret that is Flim Nite for the first time at the Sheffield edition I am uploading my poem for tonight’s open mic. At Flim they retell a film (tonight The Matrix) in poetry, comedy, music, puppetry, video, interactive video games or anything you can do on a stage with a screen (they haven’t had dancers yet they really want dancers if you are one get in touch) more details here: http://writingmanchester.com/home/flim-nite/

Today’s writing music was inspired by The Matrix’s soundtrack which includes Deftones My Own Summer so I listened to Around the fur.

I have for some years been contributing to Flim by making a sculpted poem from a relevant review by the late great Roger Ebert who wrote so beautifully about film that editing his words down to poetry is easy. For this I tend to use a computer rather than ink I copy and paste the review and cut words out in order, preserving the original order if the text and avoiding adding anything unless sense is totally lost without. Here is The Matrix here I have kept the text as is, hence any typographical/grammar errors, just deleted words till I got this. I have quoted a line with the link to the review I used that I deleted but laughed so much at.

https://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/the-matrix-1999 ‘’ (I am reminded of the animated kid’s film “Doug’s 1st Movie,” which has a VR experience in which everything is exactly like in real life, except more expensive.)’’

THE MATRIX (1999) Rated R For Sci-Fi Violence 135 minutes |  Roger Ebert March 31, 1999   |

Visually dazzling full of kinetic excitement, retreats to formula just when it’s getting interesting kind of a letdown redefining the nature of reality Too bad, because the set-up is intriguing It’s fun, but it could have been more. they’ve played it safer; you can aim higher and still do business. Warning They’ve made a fundamental discovery about the world: It doesn’t exist. (You can still get killed, though: “The body cannot live without the mind”). The notion that the world is an artificial construction, designed by outsiders to deceive and use humans fascinated by the poignant dilemma the illusion terrifying logic to its decisions. offered intriguing motivations for villainy It’s cruel to put tantalizing ideas on the table and then ask the audience to be satisfied with a shoot-out It creates fearsome creatures morphs bodies with abandon hang in the air “acting” as little as possible. I suppose that’s the right idea. like all Oracles is maddeningly enigmatic. did not bore me. It interested me so much I wanted to be challenged even more. audacious conclusions, to arrive not simply at victory, but at revelation. I wanted, in short, a Third Act.

 

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