Three Legged Dog
May 31, 2009 at 12:33 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 23 CommentsTags: poetry, writing, writing for pleasure
We all have to make sacrifices besides sometimes the thing sacrificed was just getting in the way, lazily licking his balls and looking up at the old man pedantically clicking away crazily chasing immortality fox terrier yapping a Volkswagon.
He’s been reading Voltaire again thinks the three legged dog snapping at a passing fly. God put me on earth to achieve a certain number of things,
right now I am so far behind, I’ll never die.
That’s not Voltaire you silly old bugger, it’s Calvin and Hobbes.
He contorts and rolls onto his paws, trots out into the street, eyes bright, nose in the air, hmmm, there’s something worth following, right over there…
Meanwhile the old mans hands
keep dancing
this way Leda
that way Zeus,
It’s not enough to conquer
one must also seduce,
Mermaid Tattoo
May 29, 2009 at 7:19 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 22 CommentsTags: mermaid tattoo, poetry, tattoo poetry, writing
… by Harold Arlen who
tired of the gentlemanly discipline
required to complete “Stormy Weather”
in which moon and sea conspire
to overcome the laziness of words
their tendency to aggregate in brick arrangements
when what we most desire are softer forms
of mattress clouds on which to bob
and gently overroll
an abandoned luxury of spiralled
pillow scented curls with mistress smiling
hinting inclination gently rising
as we slide updown the other side
would gracefully accept the cautious underflow
of whispered fingertips
which quicken clarity
that sometimes sinking
is not drowning.
“The Puzzle Box” by Paul Squires (unleashed)
May 27, 2009 at 6:41 pm | Posted in blogging, memoirs, writing | 21 CommentsTags: Paul Squires, The Puzzle Box, writing
Thanks to the support of all the ubercool people who have bought “The Puzzle Box” or showed an interest in it, Lulu have decided to give me a distribution package for free. Which means that the book is now available on Amazon without me having to do anything which is just as well given my laziness (I mean Taoism).
If you are in country (like Argentina) where the book was unavailable, or you wanted a copy of the hard cover collectors edition but the shipping costs to Australia were excessive, you can now access all the strangeness and mysteries of my mad mind, the crazy poetical adventures of F., Sunonhead, the old man with the hat on and that lazy piano-player as they pursue the mysterious vision in silk perfume across non-linear time without having to leave the luxury of your own time machines.
I’m not sure why Lulu decided to do this, it is all part of the magic of the internet. But I do know that the whole is more than the sum of its planets and that communities evolve naturally. So thankyou to all of you, the inspiracy, for your generous kindnesses and wondrous supportings, you are the most magnificent of human type creatures. And rage on, I say,
“The Puzzle Box” Hardback edition at Amazon (temporarily sold out)
A Change of Tense
May 26, 2009 at 6:13 pm | Posted in writing | 21 CommentsTags: writing
Every time you leave for work the poor dog thinks you’ve gone forever. He sulks and lies in the hallway with his big boof head on his paws facing the door waiting for you to come home. When he gets bored or hungry he mopes into the office and hangs around my desk until I feed him or take him for a walk along the beach but then he heads straight back to lie down, nose pointing at the door, waiting and hoping. Finally, near sunset, he hears the bus go past and comes charging in to get me, turning from the computer to the office door and back again impatiently until I finished a paragraph or nutted out a change of tense in a difficult sentence. Then I would open the front door to see him bound ludicrously to the gate just in time. He would get so insanely happy when you appeared whistling and smiling, I’m sure he was worrying all day that you might never come back. Now he has stopped eating and has just been lying there in the hallway for days on end. Neither of us knows what to do. It is very quiet and we miss you.
The Gypsy Django
May 22, 2009 at 7:56 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 27 CommentsTags: poetry, riff
Lets
do the gypsy Django in a flurry
and twirl
drink flaming
un-name-ables of some
strange, haha she is dancing,
Lets
sit on the tiny iron balcony
and see
sea monster
mermaid moons rising two
free, gala is dancing
Lets
embrace the seen one an other
gypsy Django,
smoke jangling
twirling un-flame-ables
the sea, voila, dancing
Where does a poem exist?
May 21, 2009 at 7:25 am | Posted in blogging, links, writing | 17 CommentsTags: blogging, links, poetry, writing
“I’ve always liked your emphasis on poetry as communication, a way of binding communities. It marks a very fundamental difference in thinking with wide implications. In my mind making the distinction between poetry as selfexpression and poetry as communication leads one to an emphasis on traditional craft as opposed to unrestrained experimentation for its own sake.”
Squires to Barbara Jane Reyes.
I was thinking today that this train of thought which begins “Is poetry a form of self expression or a form of communication?” can also lead to a question I encountered over at Geof Huth‘s, “Where does a poem exist?” If it is simply an expression, when it has gone from inside the head of the poet onto the page, it is finished and lies flat as piece of text, an artefact.
If it is an act of communication the poem exists as an alive thing, an event in the mind of the reader or listener and the text becomes just a device, a link, a catalyst for creating waves of change.
Lately I have been thinking I should comment less and instead turn them into posts with links but I’m lazy and don’t have the time.
The Sonnet of Whistles and Trills
May 19, 2009 at 6:42 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 24 CommentsTags: love poetry, poetry, writing
I miss you
though the poet’s obsession with birdsong persists
after all needs are met and each moments eternal,
forest animal noises nocturnal rejoice
in duplicitous infinite variations on bliss
a stolen and sparkling tinily smiling quick kiss.
Slide trombone and oboe song occur below,
light curls luxuriate in thighs and smiles
divide your quick anticipation
of one almost destination,
a long slow song of tides disguised
on skin so shy it rises at the merest sigh,
like this, the least unsubtle synonym
for I remember once the simplest kiss,
now missed.
The Puzzle Box
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