Snapshots for 13th June 2007
Catawissa Road
I have waited for him. For want of a loom, I smashed furniture, slashed beds,
He is nuts: five AA meetings and he’s ready to breed, hollering waiting, a poor
My pa is dead: I got the sperm and the house housekeeper, his assessor and judge.
let’s go. Here’s some perfume and a novel for scolding his journeys. Here in my
ya gal: My father’s dead; I watched termagant arms I ask him: why can’t he leave these
these five months as he died Trojans alone? I know he never wanted to go.
ripped the diapers off his as at the end. Loneliness gone, something of
That’s death for you and creation comes after hospitals, sirens, and
I love you very much. one-eyed worms. Of the shards, cobbled,
dirty, we will build a tree as best we can for a bed.
STOPPED
when
at the airport
under the
Anti Terrorism Laws
The Angel of Death
was stopped
for having
a six foot scythe
with a four foot blade
it was not for
very long
Confessions of an Invigilator
Confucious waits outside
among the roses
waiting to see how
his children fare
in the exam they sit.
Heads down, in
unusual silence,
forty students sit,
concentrating on
their compostitions:
'In Chinese tradition
we ...' 'My grandmother
keep chickens
and feed them
before herself.'
They scratch
absent mindedly
at mosquito bites
as a flouro tube
hums and blinks.
Even the sparrows
in the smoggy
daylight outside
tweet in
considerate tones.
One girl in the front row
wears an aqua-green
singlet top, as modest as
all Chinese, yet does
reveal the start of
the swelling of
her small breasts.
As she writes
right-handedly
sunlight lights
the muscle at
the side of
her breast which
flexes and relaxes
with her script.
Words are
as physical as ever
but here in this girl
writing on 'Women
in Today's China'
a gentle
sensuousness
is awoken
in this mature
invigilator.
TONKA of the GALLOWS
via Karel Anton
Tu reviendras . . .
On la cherche . . .
Now I
know why I have come.
[A Czech Scarlet Letter].
The only copy of this film with English subtitles
was originally destined for the French-speaking market
and therefore my first viewing of the first Czech
talkie (1930) allowed me to work with what I
was hearing as well as reading. An unusual narrative
“lured” me in: a country girl becomes a popular
Prague hooker but after volunteering to join a man
condemned to the gallows for his last night in prison,
she’s stigmatized upon her return to the bordello.
After being fired, she declines, reunites with her country
fiancé, but when he learns of her “transforming encounter”,
a series of events leads inevitably to her accidental broken
neck.
i snap
i snap every day i do and not just
rainy i snap all teary-eyed and whiling
and i like it me you
i don't care about
who it was who said what i mean
i meant what i said i read i wrote it
i'm not shittin' you dude or th'other rude
i do or do not with music or mood
lighting or lightning in a storm
i normally don't or won't i
try me and you and even
the old ones'll do
in a pinch i'm a cinch
so don't flinch pappy
i'm too happy to snap
i done done it all
i do and how
or whoa wow
i didn't