Your River, My River
You wanted a riverclassically organisedexplicable in every tongue andnot burdened or bridled withoil and tarA lovely great groundswell of that old terror beautyA beauty to be fit over the face as a veilof golden, shimmering reverence
I flew apart everywherecasting sackfuls of sawdust into unspeakable crevices Acupuncture horizongot its god-fearing back brokenright down the seamI held the splitatwixt a crumbling endpiece and shouted into itfor your river
Waiting, I listenedStatic flashing on and off like the primeval beginningof cinematic entombmentAeons buttered my feet and then one day I heard itA focal shiftingand the lightmoved likethiswith big balmy pulsesA diagonal triangulation on what we had takento be river
Here it was thenFor youbut really for meRippled gunshots in all directionsA crinkled uglytoo horrible to bearand overdosing on sunNo lifeNo WordsworthBut enough liquid matterto floodall the droughts in the world
― tangenttangent, Saturday, 23 November 2019 23:56 (four years ago) link
TOE HELL WITH REALITY
Blab blab BLAND sockarooI ingest WE INGEST seventeen CRICKET INFESTED PONCHOSmartyrFUCKERhere's the real poemtoday at the football just after they equaliseda wagtail flew over the standand I was like ah ok a pied wagtailbut it could have been a grey wagtailand in the end i didn't know but it was enough that it was a wagtailthis isn't the poem either is it
new tack: i'm listening to total eclipse of the heartwhile watching a light aircraft approach landingon a stream of the cricket, it is a doughty planenow lady by styx on imperial command
versablutionscommodore inefficaciesthe song is good hail howitzerexactamundo, by gordonslightly now i am writing a poem and it cannot end nownu-gold dream drainage drippingi beef you in writheswe contangle a biscuit gauntlet
burrettgondlinghaxmetcorbuckysuch are the names of elspeth and swotyou've become useless and unfiltered!many rock stars have been or become sociopaths, NOT JUST REO SPEEDWAGONthe informations got worseI tried to type got not forPRODIGAL SONi don't know
KEEP ON LOVING YOU but wait here's a GUMBUTTON
drunken
here's the real poem
the reeal one:
__we will or won't fast-forward through dipmunks of
no that wasn't it either
the only truth i can communicate right nowis that if I truly understood and drank in the musicof the late 1970s and early 1980si would transcend myself and achieve everythingthat i want to achieveand you would too
and that the only truth of the next decadeis the truth of whoever makes ELO but of the 2020s
that is no longer my truth
okay here is the scenariothere are three wizardsone of them is Tolesmordone Barthsyone Gonfrak
Tolesmord says: "Ho my spell" and zorks a banister from his gunkBarthsy yodels in four languages before producing a parcel of penisesGonfrak is invisible to dogs.
All are competing!
A judger of wizard looms before them, cape a-ghastThey utter some words: "You are all so special,But I order that the winner is GONFRAK"
And this is so unusual and out of order because they all thought they were going to win equallythat the three wizards organise the following array:
Judger, BANISTER PROTRUDING FROM GUNKis not only invisible to dogs but is being LICKED and MATED WITH (rude!)even though the dogs do not know why they are matingand actually they are yodelling
think on that as your world disintegrates like minethink on that as you are consumed in languagethink on that and of that and in that and through that and while thatis the thing you think ofas i say that youare the martyr
― imago, Saturday, 23 November 2019 23:57 (four years ago) link
By the powers vested in me by me, I declare the 2019 ILX Poetry contest closed to new entries. But of course this thread isn't locked and no one can be stopped from slipping some further poems over the transom. Special pleading, accompanied by breast-beating, sitting in ashes, or bribery may be employed by poets seeking inclusion in the final balloting -- and might possibly heeded. I'm a soft touch.
― A is for (Aimless), Sunday, 24 November 2019 00:47 (four years ago) link
with the clock ticking so....
ive a clock ticking fifty seconds a minutenot a ten second gap at one end, or within itnor spaced so the rhythms are even but slowjust ten odd-second gaps where a tick doesnt show
on the wall in the kitchen it hangs and it chides mereminds me my time isnt filled as it should bea man cannot sit and be still with such stuttersan audible heartbeat that randomly flutters
id been minded to bring to a sure resolutionthis case of a-one-in-six-missed revolutionbut a damnable fact that has turned out in timeis this odd missing tick suits my rhythm just fine
a fellas time cannot be pursed, is the messageinto regular moments of dignified passagethat hours are more than the sum of their partswhether fittingly fitful in stops or in starts
so it hangs as it hangs, and well hang it i saywhat's a couple a thousand less ticks in the daywe'll offer them up to the god of the gapsgift moments presented that land in our lapse
― deems of internment (darraghmac), Sunday, 24 November 2019 01:46 (four years ago) link
so many awesome posts
― Dan S, Sunday, 24 November 2019 01:52 (four years ago) link
goddamn, deems. every year
― imago, Sunday, 24 November 2019 01:52 (four years ago) link
says the guy who voted for mordy.
i dont forget.
― deems of internment (darraghmac), Sunday, 24 November 2019 02:09 (four years ago) link
yours and mordy's were the other best things to ever be in this maybe
― imago, Sunday, 24 November 2019 02:13 (four years ago) link
id read a book of hellion mumble's stuff, and i wont read a book of anything usually tbh
― deems of internment (darraghmac), Sunday, 24 November 2019 02:18 (four years ago) link
there are forgotten heroes
Gatemouth did some truly staggering forgotten-hero work for instance, and then stopped posting
― imago, Sunday, 24 November 2019 02:19 (four years ago) link
mordy's 2014 poem is the great one from the the archive if anyone is ever making a zine
― tangenttangent, Sunday, 24 November 2019 02:20 (four years ago) link
careful, deems won't forget you said that ;)
― imago, Sunday, 24 November 2019 02:21 (four years ago) link
in a smallshit factory town down westthe college is hosted macabrelybetween st marys, where the nurses now train(amongst the easier cases)and teresas
johnny was easy. hed wander the campusasking have ye fags, have ye fags- he was harmless but startling
fergus another, he wandered around onceone thursday (id had an accounting exam)saying i kilt a mani kilt a man ah god help us i kilt a man
hed stabbed johnny five times in the back, out the backfergal probably shouldnt have been in st marys,we reckoned
that was for easier cases
the other flank of my beloved alma materwas teresas: secure, for the difficult cases.secured to their bedsor secured by prescriptionor secured in the first and last instance by mickwho was alright of a guy, all considered
i never got used to visiting teresasbut many years later, with clipboard and tiei carried out duties vested in my personby the county of mayo-god-help-usand a fella climbed onto my car while i did soand wouldnt come down til they threatened the doctorand i thought
ive had worse visits to this fucking kipthat left worse dents and scratchesand at least this time its on the clockand none of my brothers are crying
― deems of internment (darraghmac), Sunday, 24 November 2019 02:36 (four years ago) link
AI think it's time to set the deadline for entries: midnight (GMT) Saturday, November 23.
― A is for (Aimless), Monday, November 18, 2019 8:24 AM (five days ago)
According to my calculations, midnight had passed had passed at the Greenwich meridian when deems posted both of his poems to this thread. Personally, I am not averse to including them in the official balloting, but I throw open the floor to other participants who may feel aggrieved by darraghmac's flouting of the announced rules. Until I hear further, they are held in official limbo, pending adjudication.
Hint: Some sitting in ashes, or thoughtful bribery, might soothe the feelings of the other contestants.
― A is for (Aimless), Sunday, 24 November 2019 04:18 (four years ago) link
serve me right
― deems of internment (darraghmac), Sunday, 24 November 2019 11:18 (four years ago) link
This morning, upon further thought, I remembered that flouting announced rules is vmic for poets, so any caviling would be ungenerous of us. You're in. I'll post a polling thread in an hour or two.
― A is for (Aimless), Sunday, 24 November 2019 18:27 (four years ago) link
i knew pretenitence would do the job
― deems of internment (darraghmac), Sunday, 24 November 2019 18:27 (four years ago) link
Voting for your most-preferred poem may be done on 2019 ILX Poetry Competition: VOTE HERE.
Poets who vote for themselves will be judged in heaven upon a scale of perfect justice, but since all votes are anonymous let's just accept the eventual outcome as being uninfluenced by undue vanity. I'm just hoping there are more total votes than the eleven poets who saw fit to show us their poems. Good luck, y'all.
― A is for (Aimless), Sunday, 24 November 2019 19:35 (four years ago) link
btw, you have invented a new and valuable word - well done, deems:
Your search - "pretenitence" - did not match any documents.
― A is for (Aimless), Sunday, 24 November 2019 21:26 (four years ago) link
ack too late to submit - alas. next year i'll do better.
― Mordy, Monday, 25 November 2019 17:12 (four years ago) link
Have to work tomorrowBut will be back here again believe meOnce the barmaid options are exhaustedBack here to fucking decompose
― calstars, Friday, 20 December 2019 02:25 (four years ago) link
(Aimless opens thread, expecting to find a decomposing calstars. Does not and is relieved.)
― A is for (Aimless), Sunday, 22 December 2019 04:15 (four years ago) link
I forgot to say thank you to my voter!
And, by the by, via some weird cold clockwork of the stars, Christopher Fairbank ended up reading and recording my poem: https://soundcloud.com/mattpoacher/deer
― Ngolo Cantwell (Chinaski), Saturday, 29 February 2020 21:25 (four years ago) link
it was me fwiw
― strangely hookworm but they manage ream shoegaze poetry (imago), Saturday, 29 February 2020 21:56 (four years ago) link
pfft
― BSC Joan Baez (darraghmac), Saturday, 29 February 2020 22:17 (four years ago) link
Thanks imago.
― Ngolo Cantwell (Chinaski), Saturday, 29 February 2020 22:20 (four years ago) link