Tuesday, 25 February 2025

bedsit 2 continued

 

it starts again with the search for adjectives

for example seedy sordid squalid shitty

which collocate with a number of nouns

for example the room with its subterranean

daylight gloom   even the cold felt filthy

the mattress with its atlas of stains

of borders crossed into another body

the shared toilet on the half landing

the discomfiting comfort of the warm cracked seat

an intimacy lost regained pinching the skin

the familiar stink in your nostrils

the one shared working shower 3 floors down

down the queasy creaking stairs past the greasy

flaking walls an uneasy cakewalk in a haunting

house to the spider of matted pubic hair in the plughole

the shared DNA    the shared host   the guests

the landlord and the other mostly unseen unseen to

bickering and barking ghosts   lost souls

and the meanings touch and diverge

dirty unpleasant lacking moral hygenie

and in the in-between where the assonance appeals

the surge of synonyms soiled spoiled  spilled

and shabby   the sibilance of sleepless nights

the hissing vicissitudes of verbs   the ups and down

in the active and the passive   appals

then the drunken indifference of the weekend

pissed down the sink

the bravado the dissemblance the doublethink

the essence    of a room a home a life   grows dark

 

Imago feeds another 10p in the meter   the light flicks on

sharp as a knife   the room reflected becomes a theatre

and in some stark present-future   the forms unchanged

there’s another lonely actor alone upon the stage

 

so far from Helsingør in 13 Denmark Terrace  

“Berwick Court” etched on the fanlight above the door

 

in a name a remembrance and a performance

     

and the rest … “the rest is silence”

Wednesday, 5 February 2025

bedsit 2

 






bedsit 2  (extract)

 

memories first

before the search for adjectives

to nail to the concrete nouns

vague pictures feelings a young Imago

the callow and shallow verb to be

the past is a grammar the present corrects

and memory is fickle and feckless

the taste of the air in the room forgotten

the windows smeared with light   there is

the room being a room not the room not his room

and moment to moment Imago being in the room

the furniture furnishing the room   just the forms

and the details almost gone   the betrayal

of experience to language by time …

Tuesday, 21 January 2025

persona


 







persona  

 

Imago has found himself of late uncertain

believes his person has reverted to a persona

appropriated   it has become a front

a certain Imago having appeared

a cameo role   in certain dubious poems …

 

Imago remembers his self

its location somewhere in his chest

the solar plexus or thereabouts and how it moved

but did not seem to change   to a position

somewhere just behind his eyes   staring out of himself

 

through the mask of his skull

from the monkey in the mirror

his homunculus   somewhat smaller

somewhat younger   somehow truer to itself

somehow more loyal to itself    

 

and the betrayal      

Sunday, 5 January 2025

canvas

 









canvas  

 

I do not have the words for this

this … this …

a scream would give the sound

I’m aiming for   a real scream

I can imagine it    this scream

only as a more violent form

of the silence I am trying to break

 

I can feel the glass behind which

I am locked resonating bending

with the pressure        shattering

I can sense the shards and splinters

so sharp I can picture the scratches and cuts

the spatter pattern on the tympanic membrane  

only to become a sky scarred with cloud

a blood-red sunset in bright acrylics

drying slowly