XIX. TRUST ME I sat for hours creating a poem in my head It was so complete, so perfect that I didn’t need to write it down XX. MULTI-PURPOSE POEM [Written in black marker pen on a kitchen sponge] When a sad poem is required, immerse in water, read and… Continue reading Poem: From the Notebooks of Poet J XIX – XXII
Tag: Speculative poetry
Poem: From the Notebooks of Poet J XV – XVIII
XV. CLOSE-UP A plain black page might say nothing, or it might be a close-up of a fraction of the first letter of the book that tells you everything XVI. FOCAL POINT [Written on the middle pages of a blank exercise book] How small the things that occupy us … Continue reading Poem: From the Notebooks of Poet J XV – XVIII
Poem: From the Notebooks of Poet J X – XIV
X. AMBITION [Video film of birds feeding with author’s voiceover] There is no failure like complete success XI. HONESTY [Handwritten in large letters diagonally, with the first and last words disappearing off the page] This is a real poem and I am a real poet XII. DUPLICATION [A photograph of… Continue reading Poem: From the Notebooks of Poet J X – XIV
Poem: From the Notebooks of Poet J VI – IX
VI. CONFESSIONAL POEM [A sheet of white A3 paper with the tracks of a chicken’s feet dipped in blue paint entering at bottom left and disappearing at top right] VII. CONFORMITY [Recorded on an audio cassette] I once received an anonymous poem that was so good that I had… Continue reading Poem: From the Notebooks of Poet J VI – IX
Poem: From the Notebooks of Poet J I – V
I. SECRET POEM [Written in white ink on a closed black box] The content of this poem is invisible and known only to the writer II. BURIAL Going going gone the author is gone do you need him III. BELIEF [Printed on a signed, notarised and officially sealed… Continue reading Poem: From the Notebooks of Poet J I – V
Poem: Still Life With Nuclear Reactor
Sizewell B power station Suffolk, England a white, rounded mushroom mixed in the world’s cauldron the moon brought to ground, gleaming, radiating the giant forbidden fruit on the tree of knowledge a perfect white bottom inviting a pinch but it’s forbidden to touch the earth’s fertile, white belly (from “Exercises in… Continue reading Poem: Still Life With Nuclear Reactor
Poem: Slave
I was not born to this, but time has done its work. On the first day, years ago, I smashed my head against the wall like the Spartan boy seeking death rather than tolerate servitude. But walls soften, and the routine I once so strongly resisted has become instead a barrier against the freedom I could… Continue reading Poem: Slave
Poem: Search Engines
What of those moments when we are touched by a feeling, sense or knowledge that connects us to the inexpressible? I had one as a child. My father very seriously explained that it had been a taste of God’s love. Although I did not understand, this satisfied me for some years. As a struggling physics… Continue reading Poem: Search Engines
Poem: An Appeal on Behalf of the Greek Philosophers Corroboration Fund
Long, long ago in a country far, far away, Anaxagoras wrote that in the beginning everything was combined in one mass. Billions of research dollars later, scientists said that before the Big Bang, there was one lump of matter, from which the universe came. Democritus wrote that atoms form everything we see. Then, Epicurus… Continue reading Poem: An Appeal on Behalf of the Greek Philosophers Corroboration Fund
Poem: Life in Three Psychotherapeutic Epsiodes
Our first years pass in Freudian bliss. We are all there is apart from sex, which is all around. It offers itself from mother, food and everything else. Sadly, the innocent joys of childhood do not linger on into sexless sex-obsessed adolescence, when we slaver like Pavlovian dogs over every unapproachable wet dream that rings… Continue reading Poem: Life in Three Psychotherapeutic Epsiodes
S.C. Flynn 