On the way to readying winter outerwear, I called in for coffee and elevenses and poetry/art elucidation with a wacky artisty friend.
Had she heard…?
Well. No. No, nor me. So that made me feel better then. A bit less ignorant. Good!
Although there might have been a risk of having forgotten to get out of slippers and looking alike somewhere crossed between Michelin Man and Sulley from Monsters Inc in my onesy over half a dirty dozen of underwear layers hiding middle-age spread and bloomers of all things keeping me nice and warm without even a coat on yet, on my way home with shopping I got some snaps away from the yard for a change.
“Ruth Lechlitner” I’d said. She’d launched into stilts and Glastonbury remembrances and we paid no heed of either’s lack of attention for the other’s aside reflections.
Then something dawned. Noted. And forgotten.
On a scrappy coffee-stained notepad page she’d passed me this to bring home and ‘prove IT’ … she can write a ‘N0 Chance Operation’ poem from thin air too.
“yes, of course I can post it as soon as I’m… well, if I forget while passsing, it’s not that far to a post-box, really, is it!”
Do you know it’s still wherever I left it when i arrived through my door. hopelessly…
… and now two days later and hasn’t time flown as if it were only yesterday and I didn’t even put it on SPD for the pair of them! So here’s a poem from an anonymous no-one of some of ours esteem (posted with permission, guaranteed, special delivery, first class)
Repeat after me to write, leaving the left Sleeve in the uptight no fear don\\ ‘ t fight many small prediction can\\ ‘ t right rear sight site courtesy site mercy no mercy Now
I didn’t see who the translating helper was. A Ukranian virtual assistant in another virtual part of our world I believe. I’ve no idea of the poetic presentation but it’s as agreed a single line and in one breath. There may be countless versions of various poetic essences and deliveries in the making anytime durign the next century or three. We’re all such snails and so unconcerned for any rush “even if the whole world depends on IT…” is apparently our next elevenses workshopping writing prompt to prepare and be ready with.
Now did i drop my dry cleaning receipt on my way home? No idea. did I slip through one of them odd angle portals and I’m sure I was still in Nottingham or did I step out in Portsmouth in error? And without even realising…
here I am forgetting to post one of my several ModPo reflective poems from readings last week around Gertrude Stein, Jon Peale Bishop, and Dada, including the amazing and wonderful Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven and her fantastic rebuke “A dozen cocktails – please” (maybe I should’ve capitalised, can’t remember and can’t be bothered to check…
in a hurry then
So far untitled while i’m working on Lechlitner and trying not to be too LOLling around as things to make and do like afternoon tea and fooding for dinner…
a poem (all mine, of course – Modern poetry, aka #ModPo and so:
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even Stevens starts again
red w’ther days P’cock tales
back when
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w-hoosy-wore the trewzees
Willy win a skirt
wonderful when wars end wi’none of’em gettin’ g’hurt
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cure it as y’cuss it
calm it while y’can
can ‘e call a cuppa cold contagion conception
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zuccini in a zeppelin?
Zoology in zeal
zany zee-zee-zeeing x-o-phobic de’ts-z’ept’s. Reel.
© Colette Bates, October 2017 All Rights Reserved
(of course free to share! aren’t we all zillybillyGoatsGruff about IT! doesn’t that usually mean for personal and education use only and Fair Use always being applicable?)
I forgot to post a pic! Random grab from my snaps quick then…
Not so random actually… and although I do love my WordPress-iNG…. well, you can sometimes find me #skywatching elsewhere, like my latest post here: coleebeatsabout.blogspot.co.uk
One day IT will all make better sense… (tbc/ to be contd.)
October 10, 2017 at 10:34 pm
i actually miss the mod/po, i would have to live at the library to do it now (ack, i cannot get a quiet time when i do visit there, oh well…………..)
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February 23, 2018 at 2:31 pm
Hi Sarah. I’ve been trying to ‘complete’ ModPo every year for three years now and have to give it another try next year. sloPo season is open all year, but I burn out too easy every time I drop back in – there’s so much fantastic poetry to get into on their site isn’t there! Do you have a favourite poet from those covered in the ModPo site? Maybe we could take a super-slow-SloPo learning chat over to swishy sometime – interested?
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February 24, 2018 at 8:22 pm
that sounds like a good idea, i have no idea would help if i could get more internet myself………have to be patient i guess, two years almost of patience 😀 ha ha…..IS there a sloPo Link???
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