Sardonic Disconnection
13May/080

On Poetry

Sam: I can't help but think poets take themselves WAY too seriously. The lecture last night was completely inaccessible.
David: That's what makes them poets.
Sam: Yes but they also complain that shops won't stock their books and that people don't know about them or enjoy reading their stuff.
David: Cause it's tedious and boring.

The above extract pretty much covers my thoughts on poetry. But regardless of whether I agree with David or not, I honestly think poetry is self-defeating in terms of commercial potential. An open, friendly and (let's be honest) less aloof approach could open up the idea of poetry to a lot more people.

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12May/080

The Grudge

Duvet pulled to chin,
Cold flush, sweat drips, eyes snap wide,
Her black locks hang low.

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4Feb/080

Migraine

Liquid vision flows,
Scrambled senses react,
As if through treacle

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3Dec/070

On Poets

Okay I'll admit to having a particular idea of what a "poet" is. Unfortunately it probably matches certain stereotypes. I now consider myself re-educated. Tonight's speaker was both highly cynical and cut through the bullshit that often seems to follow writers around. He talked openly and honestly about what is required of a writer in order to turn themselves into a commercial success. As I'd suspected, the writing is only a part of it.

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20Oct/070

Waking

Warm duvet tucked tight,
Around the torso grown cold,
Toes peek out below

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15Oct/070

Bad

Bad I hear you say,
Bollocks I say to you sir,
Read some damned Preacher

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13Oct/070

Change

I am more than I was,
Mere moments before,
Yet I have far to go

How do I grow,
So much in so little time,
This is my challenge

I can see my prize,
The goal is there for the taking,
We shall be what we can

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12Oct/070

Fishmen

Far oceans beckon,
Bored of life on the seabed,
We rise for revenge

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11Oct/070

Scroll

Old paper rustles,
New eyes hasten and consume,
Old words are set free

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11Oct/070

Broken

Reality breaks,
Fluid thoughts dive beneath,
Subconscious terror

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