doph's world
25 September, 2009
Spontaneous poetry from folklore hurricane
Last Sun evening, went to the latest folklore hurricane at the strong rooms, Shoreditch. Had a little go at dj'ing again (i.e. played about 5 songs!). Brought paper n pen n got people in the audience to volunteer words for poems once more.
Probs shouldn't have gone, felt pretty shite. Finally getting better now, been off work for over a week. Phoned the doc the other day, looks like it was probs swine flu, leading to a secondary chest infection. Always end up with bloody chest infections when I get colds/flu. Thought a few hours sitting around drinking lemonade wouldn't do much harm, felt crap when I got in though. Got antibiotics for the chest infection (oxytetracycline), which seem to be clearing it up quite effectively.
Here're the poems I put together, with the help of people in the audience:
on a soft seat
by a table, she sat
a pause between running
happiness in the calm before tomorrow
he heaves, his arms sweat
the oars plunge deep into choppy wet
a child waves from the shore
joy and innocence soon his no more
small paws pad over last night's broken glass
away from belly resonance
the mouse senses sorrow
a moment which passed, a potential not realised
skillful fingers make cuts on hot wax
she scratches when mixing between tracks
head gets hazy
warm instincts overcome melancholic thoughts
the monkey pounces
his friend pees in fear
sharp teeth cut into flesh
blood splashes like waves breaking on a sea shore
she tip toes to the toilet
must not wake the child
lavender in the vase reminds her of her mum
the night ends
she stands
in wait, to collect
the old red cardigan he nanna made her
anxious not to lose
evidence of her warm essence
it clinks into her cup
small penny thrust in aid
her elation, now happy
she walks to the shop for a cup of tea
withered and matchstick thin
he works the weights in desparation
bitter at nature for the frame he was given
her anger rises as the boat sways
beneath in warm water, a lilo rides the waves
she leaps, diving down with fingers first
her neck crunches on splashy impact
soft wet soothes
Bit better than last time's efforts!
doph
:o)
Probs shouldn't have gone, felt pretty shite. Finally getting better now, been off work for over a week. Phoned the doc the other day, looks like it was probs swine flu, leading to a secondary chest infection. Always end up with bloody chest infections when I get colds/flu. Thought a few hours sitting around drinking lemonade wouldn't do much harm, felt crap when I got in though. Got antibiotics for the chest infection (oxytetracycline), which seem to be clearing it up quite effectively.
Here're the poems I put together, with the help of people in the audience:
on a soft seat
by a table, she sat
a pause between running
happiness in the calm before tomorrow
he heaves, his arms sweat
the oars plunge deep into choppy wet
a child waves from the shore
joy and innocence soon his no more
small paws pad over last night's broken glass
away from belly resonance
the mouse senses sorrow
a moment which passed, a potential not realised
skillful fingers make cuts on hot wax
she scratches when mixing between tracks
head gets hazy
warm instincts overcome melancholic thoughts
the monkey pounces
his friend pees in fear
sharp teeth cut into flesh
blood splashes like waves breaking on a sea shore
she tip toes to the toilet
must not wake the child
lavender in the vase reminds her of her mum
the night ends
she stands
in wait, to collect
the old red cardigan he nanna made her
anxious not to lose
evidence of her warm essence
it clinks into her cup
small penny thrust in aid
her elation, now happy
she walks to the shop for a cup of tea
withered and matchstick thin
he works the weights in desparation
bitter at nature for the frame he was given
her anger rises as the boat sways
beneath in warm water, a lilo rides the waves
she leaps, diving down with fingers first
her neck crunches on splashy impact
soft wet soothes
Bit better than last time's efforts!
doph
:o)
Labels: doph, folklore hurricane, poetry, shoreditch, strong rooms, swine flu
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