Poem – Lore (By David Russell)

Lore   Knowledge, as a dish of elusive ice-cubes Floating in acid Touching each one, propels its elusiveness;   The mediation of the utensil cannot be avoided.   Acid me, hand me, cube me; Cuddling smudges, polychromatic pollution, Knowledge spectrum.   He must make a memory of solid metal, So that it cannot be penetrated by knowledge, So that the […]

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Poem – Discourse (By David Russell)

Discourse He was the foam on the backwash of conversation, Repelled by the safety-pier; Seeming to crave a knife to answer The upward wave-choppings, He felt as if there were an invisible plastic partition Segmenting the round, globular flatness Of all within his view – A tank, cramping and inflexible To cramp that perfect essence.   Blocks and straight lines […]

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Poem – Carnival (By David Russell)

Carnival That peacock opulence, Swarming on strutting grime; That massed ecstasy, squeezing itself, Short-breathed, near suffocation; That sound-abandonment, seeming to plunge To deafness’s peace; Yet keeping those maimed faculties alive, Ever denying their last fulfilment.   Maybe it’s only I and it, I, starting in the middle And it, commensurate with my idea Of my own size?   Maybe I […]

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Poem – Panic (By David Russell)

Panic   A search for some trivial object in the midst of disordered furniture Seized upon just at that moment, giving birth to consternation   Repulsion from travelling delayed by this selection; Travelling light, splitting energy-wholes into petty onenesses –   At one with invisibility   Use the fuel of panic to build up heat in an overcrowded room Breath […]

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Poem – Cremation (By David Russell)

Cremation   I’ve always believed in cremation; Flames bleach the world, unclutter living things.   Let scum survivors, grasshoppers Leave cemeteries a mess Of living impulses dismembered. Not knowing fire’s totality But sickly honouring it stunting In tortured carbon stench.   I’ve always believed in cremation Ever since I read of great skull mountains; Those potash handfuls are so clean […]

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