HER FIFTIETH You would have been fifty this mayday, sis five in the car, you drive. nail in the tyre, too much wine last night you celebrate a workmate’s birthday drive down the motorway to pick up your son from school a bottle of wine a night amasses fat in your face a business […]
via 3 Poems (c) Paul Brookes in Fevers of the Mind Poetry Digest Issue 2 — Feversofthemind.com
Stoked to have three poems featured by The Poet By Day. Thankyou, Michael.
Michael Ancher, “The Sick Girl”, 1882, Statens Museum for Kunst / Public domain photograph courtesy of Michael Peter Ancher
“Kleitos, a likeable young man,
about twenty-three years old
with a first-class education, a rare knowledge of Greek
is seriously ill. He caught the fever
that reaped a harvest this year in Alexandria.”
Kleitos’ Illness, Constantine P. Cavafy
Of special note:
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we are urged to change our lives
and maybe just maybe it is about
time
for we have had it easy a while
i am refering to myself only
for speaking broadly find
i may upset some
am late here after writing
a tome of explaination
apology for verse
not aimed at anyone
just a pattern of words
and sounds
my life is simplified
with the new living
suggestions
spoken for our health &
safety overall
people have come kind
& supportive all round
mainly
while few remain
in anger
i just feel
resigned to what
comes as i have before though
scared for my family & those
around me
i say this to you who
have been to war
who rides your bike
down dangerous hills
who cares for kittens
Weighs heavy like a borrowed coat
Each well-meaning Your English is Very Good
I have seen and felt and dreamt in it always
I have healed the holes in my soul with it always
It is skin, not clothing
It is mine to own, not another’s to loan
That morning I was wandering, wondering in English
But she saw my hair, skin, and eyes, and said nihao
That afternoon I was silent, alone for a Wilde
But he saw my hair, skin, and eyes, and bowed
Your English is very good
Yes, and so is yours
Allison Thung is a writer from Singapore. She started telling stories at 6, and just never stopped. Some of her work can be found at https://www.allisonthung.com.
In the Editorial to the current issue (71) of Tears in the Fence I have quoted from Michael Heller’s autobiographical account of his early years, Living Root, A Memoir (S.U.N.Y. 2000) and as I look at the elegiac exactness of Peter Huchel’s poems as translated by Martyn Crucefix I am struck again by what I had read from the American poet’s concern for the “ritual forms and objects” associated with his Jewishness:
“As a child in the early nineteen forties, six or seven years old in Miami Beach, even as I sat, sunk deep in the velvet plush seats of Temple Emmanuel on Washington Avenue, feeling the rapture of the ritual occasions, I sensed I was climbing a cliff face, the very physiognomy of otherness, the pathways of memory by which I skirted the fragile edging of the present.”
Remembering his grandfather, a rabbi and teacher, he recalled how “all…
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“. . . I don’t understand why our propaganda machines are always trying to teach us, to persuade us, to hate and fear other people in the same little world that we live in.” Tennessee Williams, A Streetcar Named Desire
My Aunt Julie once said that it is easier to love than hate. She was a good woman, a diamond in the rough and I believe her. I believe it takes less energy to love (respect) others than it does to hate them and that honest appreciation of differences is actually our own best protection: today the hate is directed at “those people” and tomorrow it is directed at me and you. This is the way the world turns in the hands of the spin-meisters. They love nothing so much as pitting us against one another for their own gain and it is ALWAYS for their gain, not ours, make no mistake.
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pleased to hear of the funds
for that bike
go get it soon
i was drawing yesterday
and if things continue
as they are
i shall be here drawing some time
while
that is a comfort
much else is cancelled
work today
then a week
of social distancing
as it is now known.
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to walk across the shingle bank
at low tide is possible
watch them
the current is strong
screaming at the cold
#soverycold.
near the private bits
the young go first breaking the air with hints
and sharper cracks urging brothers on
elders have sticks, hold hands, help
each other
cross safely
their dogs leap over with only the sound of water
at low tide only
newport sands
just to say that i am making changes due to the current situation.
will be working from home, and avoiding social interactions to
help prevent spread
why behave as normal when things are not normal
hope to see you all when we are out the other side
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