Thursday 29 July 2010

Winter solitude



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Winter solitude--
in a world of one color
the sound of wind.


Matsuo Basho: Winter solitude



Saturday 17 July 2010

Red was your colour

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Red was your colour.
If not red, then white. But red
Was what you wrapped around you.
Blood red.
And outside the window
Poppies thin and wrinkle-frail
As the skin on blood.



Ted Hughes: Red (fragment)




Monday 12 July 2010

Reflections of possibility





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There's a piece on the chair
A piece in the hall
A nice piece of me
Stuck to the wall
Divide and conquer
The jigsaw in you
Has left me asunder
All over the room




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There's a piece by the clock

Clinging awkwardly to time
There's a piece at the piano
Clinging stubbornly to rhyme
There's a fun piece of me 
In a crack in the floor
An innocent piece
Who walked out the door

















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Call me a doctor
Or a structural engineer
Draft me a past and a future
That consert to adhere


Give me a pill that makes cohesion
A pharmalogical thing
Bring me the tape and the twine
The blueprint design
To fit the scraps and the threads
To the feet and the legs


There's a piece that was pretty
For a moment or two
But my mouth and my lips
Are somehow askew
A piece of a hero is
Behind the TV
The piece with the glue
Is looking for pieces of me













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There's a piece in Detroit
A piece in LA
New York is a critic
She's funny that way
There's a piece prone to panic
A big piece is blue
All the pieces agree
The best piece went with you















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In fragments and tatters, scattered
All over the road
Each piece has the other
But no pieces is a whole
Little maps in their pockets,
Reflections of possibility
The pieces pick themselves up
Dust themselves off
And start all over
Again



Patricia Barber: Pieces 



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