“I don’t ‘do’ straight lines;
Hither, thither, back and forth –
That’s the way I roll!”
Woke up this morning…
Well, would have done so if I’d been asleep;
But it was the excitement of the last day of @NaPoWriMO2013 (FYI that’s pronounced ‘at,nah,poe,wree,moe,twen-ty, thir-teen’ which gives credence to the next rhyme)
And I was excited; oh, yessum – visibly so (excuse my French), you know what I mean.
But, strangely, everyone else was suffering an anti-climax!
I poised my instrument over the screen
Pounced into my mind and tore at it.
What if my Ultimate poem was just a load of doggy-doos
Or something I’d written when worse for wear with booze?
What if…? My friends. ‘What if?’ and ‘If Only…’ are the mottoes of the lonely
And only I can be a man who when tasked to it can ban
ish the blues and bring the sunshine into your lives.
As I was walking to St. Ives I met a man with seven wives:
And punched him! (Serves him right for being so greedy;
And not giving away one to the needy – me!)
‘So, here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts…’
(Marillion – Script for a Jester’s Tear, 1983)
When all my words are fuelled by moment and observation;
When my every idea is just pulled from comment and inclination.
When my poem for today is, ultimately, unfinished and ongoing…
This is the end of Part One
Call back later, if you please, to read about the Uke-Playing Nun.
And let’s get this right
If not, the fingers will point at you.
(First to forth, alphabetically, is that made clear)
(Sounds like the Dramatis Personae from Shakespeare’s, King Lear)
(Do we know people of fame by a single name?
e.g. Bono, Cher, Ringo, Madonna)
(a knight, a Sir, how do you do? It’s an honour)
(three Dicks, a Ray, a Nick
Do names shortened thus, make you sick?)
(come, and see the system’s inherence)
(twenty-eight digitally enhanced personages
To signify the talent that through their bodies rages)
TWENTY EIGHT FINGERS is a collection of casts of the index fingers of creative people including visual artists, musicians, writers, animators, architects and poets; highlighting the diversity of creative thinking and practice. The piece includes the cast index fingers of Alan Bennett, Richard Billingham, Raymond Briggs, Sir Terence Conran, Richard Deacon, Tacita Dean, Ludovico Einaudi, Tracey Emin, Lord Foster, Antony Gormley, Sir Nicholas Grimshaw, Mona Hatoum, Susan Hiller, Anish Kapoor, Richard Long, Hugh Masekela, Roger McGough, Morten Morland, Alice Oswald, Nick Park, Cornelia Parker, Tom Phillips, Mary Quant, Ed Ruscha, Michael Sandle, Edmund de Waal, Vivienne Westwood and Benjamin Zephaniah.
In the land of the Delta Blues
At the Crossroads where the Devil
Took the soul and lit the fuse.
Formed the Stones, Left the stones,
left the rolling for others to do,
Couldn’t get No Satisfaction; so had to Paint it Black for you.
‘Purple Haze all through my brain…’
I listen to his cool refrain;
We’ll never see his like again, excuse me, while I…
‘Me and Bobby McGee’
Both miss the girl that sang for me,
It was no sweet voice that set her free.
Mr. Mojo Risin’, the sunset fell on you
As you broke on through to the other side,
And the doors closed, as they do.
Play as you go; too soon, you know,
And never hear into what you’d grow
So, Mute, you go; Mute you go.
A tale of a Knight, that felt so right,
Oh, what might have been; when Knight met queen –
Acting the part, so sorely felt, did you depart.
Come on over, Valerie wants a chat,
But, life was not to be your crack,
And you are not coming back in black
You learnt the truth at… twenty-seven
That life was not for you, but Heaven…
Or Hell! But, you live on; that, I can tell.