Day 20 – pity party (& binge bash)

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This was actually begun as a poem for someone else … & took a wrong turn along the way, which improved it immeasurably.

*****

wallows

was happily wallowing, wallowing;
in my heart of broken glass pain;
my sad song that never ends;
my woe-is-me tale of eternal misery;
with my wounded soul lying in a cave;
like a hippo in mud;
like the proverbial pig;
like the …
                  when i got to wondering
what other creatures like a good wallow.
a quick interwebbing told me
   elephants & elephant seals
     warthogs & rhinoceroses
        tapirs & bison all do; some deer too.

accidentally learning along the way,
it’s a comfort behaviour, free sunscreen,
insect repellent, wet brush to enhance
moulting & remove parasites; as well as
aids social cohesion & play in young animals.

by which, i’d forgotten my mopery
(though i was a good deal    itchier)


BONUS POEM: April 20, 2018

After a scare with their prepaid Skip the Line tickets I finally saw my mother (Old Ma Jones) & my niece inside, when I thought, WTH I may as join the end of the queue & see how long it actually takes. Seemed a shame to be so close & not even try.

*****


shadowvale

I did not leave
myself all day
lost in the space
I’m always lost in
— from here
I glimpse
things stranger
than I have known
things I could
once have been
were it not
for the shadows
in the vale

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Day 15 – Variation of a Previous Game

Was working on a couple of things today (Friday as it was, only posting this on Saturday) & none of them really panned out. I might revisit one of the others tomorrow or later.

Today’s task is inspired by the announcement of the Man Booker International Prize 2016 Shortlist. 6 books, 5 great titles & one which doesn’t go very well with the rest. So, feeling lazy, that “hard-to-fit-with-the-other-5-books” title, became the “doesn’t-really-make-sense” title of today’s poem. Given more time, or energy, or creative juice – maybe I coulda made it fit.

As it is, you have 4 versions of the same poem. No extra words added.

the vegetarian
(in four repeating acts)

i.
a strangeness in my mind
the story of the lost child
the four books, a whole life
a general theory of oblivion

ii.
a general theory of oblivion
the four books, a whole life
the story of the lost child
a strangeness in my mind

iii.
the story of the lost child
a strangeness in my mind
a general theory of oblivion
a whole life, the four books

iv.
a whole life, the four books
a strangeness in my mind
a general theory of oblivion
the story of the lost child

hankangvegCROP

Note: As a way of apologising to Han Kang, I am using a detail from an edition of The Vegetarian.

Note 2: Late posting is due to slowed down internet/difficulty uploading images. Apparently multinational telcos like you pay their bills regularly…