Burb.
Bird’s call a greeting / warning / reminder.
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Caged food.
E. coli.
Filed sewage.
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Live a little less filtered?
Who has time for these experiments?
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Crossword clue = ‘experimental’; answer = ‘tentative’.
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Automatic door won’t acknowledge.
As if you don’t have a million things to steer.
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Mouthing around for endearment, closure.
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No recipient.
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Scratch eczema till bleeding.
As if narrative were inevitable.
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Monkish nest.
Fallen into the hands of Buddhists.
‘Bit too life-affirming for me.’
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No audience for preachers here.
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Step foot in these political premises.
Dogshit.
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Public imagery.
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Lowlife.
Shy collectors.
Sniped upskirt.
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Airbrushed avatar.
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Reach of the difference engine.
What is the quality of the search?
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Futures sought, posited.
Fear the flashforward.
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Default emotion?
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Make no attempt.
Nothing to talk to.
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Learning how to be uncomfortable.
Suffocating new scenery.
Who doesn’t attract weirdos?
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Easy exit.
Must go, before we become friends.
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Chickened.
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Do not thank the owner when leaving.
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What benefit of hindsight?
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Milk-fed.
32, afraid.
Tendril of half-bitten mouthflesh at the jawline.
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‘No pukers’ (a sign).
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Imposed structure.
Trained garden.
Need poems.
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Of uncertain authorship.
omnium gatherum.
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Pump omens into.
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You may yet prove interesting.
Or not.
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‘We are happy to inform you.’
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Dear Repeater.
You are a collection.
Don’t worry.
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Pill wears off.
Nothing learned once that doesn’t need learning again.
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Once desire is overcome, writing flourishes?
Dies?
Below: Brion Gysin, 'Calligraffiti of Fire' (click image to enlarge)
Monday, August 03, 2009
scratches (2009)
Posted by Stu on 3.8.09
Categories: Poetry, prose poems
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I will moderate my comments so you don't have to, Stu. That is brilliant! Time, wierd mirrors, and it changes and just the right time, just when you think see it, it changes a little until you get a whole picture in your head. It reminds me of Cubist painting. Which I also love, like your poetry which is brilliant!
ReplyDeleteStu,
ReplyDeleteYou have carried on here from our earlier dialogue about poetic enquiry.
Like they say--"I feel you".
Scratch eczema till bleeding.
As if narrative were inevitable.
*
Monkish nest.
Fallen into the hands of Buddhists.
‘Bit too life-affirming for me.’
I liked a lot the artwork caligrafity of fire. I also enjoy many of the words you use, there are very good ones, I whish I could come up with that kind of words more often.
ReplyDeleteAnd my 2nd favourite part:Nothing learned once that doesn’t need learning again.
And my favourite part:
Once desire is overcome, writing flourishes?
Dies?
I think it flourushies on one side an dies on another aspect, but overall the hole result is a flourishing writing style.
Bye stu
I'm not the best at taking compliments, but thankyou Paul, Tom and Mariana (AKA the resident 'a collection of thoughs' commentators). :)
ReplyDeleteI saw a documentary on Brion Gysin the other night at the Melbourne International Film Festival. I suppose delving further into the history of cut-up was one of the points of inspiration for this piece. It's interesting how pieces produced with the aid of the cut-up can sometimes be the most personal. Finding ourselves via the unexpected... Although the sources for this piece were mostly my own 'fieldnotes'.