oh by the way i,m watching Sylvia on t'internet whilst keeping up with the thread anyone seen it.
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oh by the way i,m watching Sylvia on t'internet whilst keeping up with the thread anyone seen it.
No.Have you seen it before ?. Is it any good ?.How can i watch it on the internet as i certainly would be interested.
All's well that end's well lads!...............group hug :)Quote:
Originally Posted by neil wootton
anyhoo I'm sure boy wonder will make some little quip about this later to make us chuckle !:D
Oooo i like a bit of slyvia...her readings on you tube are quite eerie especially the "daddy" one....Quote:
Originally Posted by neil wootton
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6hHjctqSBwM
The Cinnamon Peeler
Micahel Ondanteje
If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
and leave the yellow bark dust
on your pillow.
Your breasts and shoulders would reek
you could never walk through markets
without the profession of my fingers
floating over you. The blind would
stumble certain of whom they approached
though you might bathe
under rain gutters, monsoon.
Here on the upper thigh
at this smooth pasture
neighbor to your hair
or the crease
that cuts your back. This ankle.
You will be known among strangers
as the cinnamon peeler's wife.
I could hardly glance at you
before marriage
never touch you
-- your keen nosed mother, your rough brothers.
I buried my hands
in saffron, disguised them
over smoking tar,
helped the honey gatherers...
When we swam once
I touched you in water
and our bodies remained free,
you could hold me and be blind of smell.
You climbed the bank and said
this is how you touch other women
the grass cutter's wife, the lime burner's daughter.
And you searched your arms
for the missing perfume
and knew
what good is it
to be the lime burner's daughter
left with no trace
as if not spoken to in the act of love
as if wounded without the pleasure of a scar.
You touched
your belly to my hands
in the dry air and said
I am the cinnamon
Peeler's wife. Smell me.
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The Devils Harem.
I'm here to swallow your divinity,
The beast from the pit devouring your angel soul,
Your gods plaything bastard bitch,
But i'm the devil incarnate the f****r who will take it all.
You celestial moths flying round his holy light,
I'll take you one by one destroy you with my vitriol,
Angels you poor sad f***s i've had you all,
Your down here with me now my playthings one and all.
By Matt Harmston
Powerful stuff as ever tri....your energy is amazing !Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Some poems amaze me. This is one of them. Thanks.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
finally got a chanceto listen to this neil, great stuff...the first poem is so moving and the second quite a hoot! particularly like the line.....Quote:
Originally Posted by neil wootton
"don't be taken in by the dolphins, they are the pick pockets of the ocean!"
was it you who said you had heard armitage's voice on a train or something somewhere? it is very distinctive isn't it...
I would love to go to onde of these live poetry readings...
thanks again :)
Something i've been working on is a poem about I how assume different identities to fit into different social occasions and with different social groups. If I am honest this at the moment feels another voice is speaking and there is a lack of my own truth and inegrity.
Masks
Packed beneath the flesh and wrinkles are,
passing glances, smiles and frowns.
Some are reserved for special occasions
others are daily for posh folk and clowns
There much more than facial expressions,
a curl of the lip or raise of the brow.
Each one worn has hidden agendas
their roots, bound tightly to organs and bones