Poem 13/10/14

Love leaves me dumb.
My chokèd heart

’s mouth swallows up

O, it will be ever florid elsewhere
but show me love

in the mouth of a lover
to mute my own.

My hoarse throat galloping
galloping away

and my choked heart
deserves no pity.

Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit (Thank Fuck)

damn you oranges y u so hard to open!
I have found myself flighty with fruit before
now I am anguishing in promises of citrus
pathetic flakes of peel are falling to the floor

is it even litter if it’s biodegradable?
hm, whatever, I don’t care anymore
but damn these peels of uncivil laughter
reverberating through my every pore!

my vitamin-deficient heart is breaking
o give me a satsuma, or something with a core
orange, you’ve put me through the juicer
you’re dead to me. I’m going to the store

and if it’s me you want to find
you will know me by the trail of the rind

The Tollund Man

Iron-age village by Lejre.
Iron-age house by Lejre.
The residents lived in the western end of the house.
The livestock was kept in the eastern end of the house.

The Tollund Man didn’t shave the last 24 hours of his life.
The Tollund Man was naked, except for his cap and belt.
The Tollund Man with the rope around his neck.
Livestock was sacrificed, too.

The look on his face is calm.
Like a person sleeping quietly.
The eyes are closed.
The lips are well-preserved.


Poem made with captions and photograph found at the Tollund Man website.

Accidental text poem by Travs

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fire into song @ Arches LIVE, Glasgow, September 18-19

Tickets are available now for ‘fire into song’, part of the Arches LIVE 2012 festival at The Arches, Glasgow, Scotland. It is directed by Cara Berger and features a live poetry generator built and controlled by Sebastian Charles and myself (find more of our machines here). If you’re in the Glasgow area, do come along.

From the Arches LIVE brochure:

Cara Berger with Victoria Beesley and Vanessa Coffey: Fire Into Song

Drawing on a wealth of texts, from Ovid and Hesiod to Kafka and Helene Cixous, Fire Into Song shines a new light on the Prometheus myth by asking: can we imagine a female Prometheus?

Dance, spoken word and live improvisation combine to create a new and surprising performance each night as the main themes of the myth – the disintegration of the creative body, fire that brings life but also consumes it, and the creative act as one of self-destruction – are reexamined from a feminist perspective.

minor outbreaks numbered

minor outbreaks numbered
two hundred and one
in a position where i can
have no existence and by the
artistic beauty of this affair, i was
at that time
scarcely a general and of
the straight straight line which you are

but, like the owl cooped in the true
space is a blessing for me to
enter into –
i do – but this is
all in vain

Made with Gnoetry. Source texts: S. Beckett, Three Novels; A. Square, Flatland. Liberal sculpting: subtraction and multiplication of words; no addition*. Emphasis on sound values (with performance in mind). Listen to mp3 here.

*Subtraction: removal of word(s) from output text.
Multiplication: insertion of word(s) extant in original output text.
Addition: insertion of word(s) absent from original output text.