1976
by David
1976
snooker balls crack in the heat.
school afternoons Mrs Taylor has us lie down and sleep.
the sky is too bright.
it bleaches the chalky soil.
in the summer holidays we paddle in the brook
six feet below the field,
spot minnows & sticklebacks
- transparent slivers in the dazzle & shallows -
they shiver and dart
then anchor in the stream
hold still as page-markers
while you watch your serious children play
Spokenworder Xander Maksik's novel published
Congratulations to long time Spokenworder and former Paris resident, Xander Maksik, whose novel was published this year. He was recently interviewed by World Literature Today about writing in Paris, an article well worth reading. He also contributed a piece to Strangers in Paris. His novel you can find on Amazon (US) or Amazon (Europe). Praise for his novel you can find here.
SPOKENWORD 8-8-2011
Some highlights, by David.
Marius groped his sister. "Eliza," cried Colin, "ride me like a steed! Enfold me in your knees!" Amanda was at it too, despite being 84, she wanted to make love one more time. And she was transformed from marble to mozzarella.
James had an ode to CY O'Connor. He cycled from Perth to Melbourne. Sit in one space long enough and the Milky Way will come to you.
I read from and adapted from Nicke Greene's lines in Virginia Woolf's Orlando:
Oh young writers will turn out any trash that will sell...It confounds me to think that I have sold only 500 copies of my poem! (Though this of course is largely due to what can only be described as a conspiracy against me.) It hurts me to say it, for I love literature - as I love life - but the art of poetry is dead in England.
Alexa reported on cat life.
Grace approached the morning fridge. Saved nobody with her final gasp.
John McNulty went home with the waitress.
Moe & Anne Marie murmured in the night.
Maxx's children lie in silent spaces.
Bee never eats eggs alone.
Mike was dragged across the couch for 15 hours (or possibly the south, my handwriting was deteriorating as the night wore on...)
Pablo. Ah, Pablo, with his evil flowers.
REA corrupted the flesh. Will I ever find my mother, by and by, in the sky?
Miche Miche? A magician, lost on the metro.
Paul went howling through the bar like village fire.
Beth, lying closer to God (that sod).
Troy? Tenderness with a belt. A foolish heart on a rampage.
Next SpokenWord this Monday, 22nd Aug from 8.30.
Marius groped his sister. "Eliza," cried Colin, "ride me like a steed! Enfold me in your knees!" Amanda was at it too, despite being 84, she wanted to make love one more time. And she was transformed from marble to mozzarella.
James had an ode to CY O'Connor. He cycled from Perth to Melbourne. Sit in one space long enough and the Milky Way will come to you.
I read from and adapted from Nicke Greene's lines in Virginia Woolf's Orlando:
Oh young writers will turn out any trash that will sell...It confounds me to think that I have sold only 500 copies of my poem! (Though this of course is largely due to what can only be described as a conspiracy against me.) It hurts me to say it, for I love literature - as I love life - but the art of poetry is dead in England.
Alexa reported on cat life.
Grace approached the morning fridge. Saved nobody with her final gasp.
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| Lauren, New York-based singer, let the blues roll through Culture Rapide. |
Moe & Anne Marie murmured in the night.
Maxx's children lie in silent spaces.
Bee never eats eggs alone.
Mike was dragged across the couch for 15 hours (or possibly the south, my handwriting was deteriorating as the night wore on...)
Pablo. Ah, Pablo, with his evil flowers.
REA corrupted the flesh. Will I ever find my mother, by and by, in the sky?
Miche Miche? A magician, lost on the metro.
Paul went howling through the bar like village fire.
Beth, lying closer to God (that sod).
Troy? Tenderness with a belt. A foolish heart on a rampage.
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| Camille did Motherology, in the name of her children. |
Photos from the launch
...of Strangers in Paris
taken by Calvin Chan.
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| David Barnes. Think I was explaining something or other. |
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| Colin Mahar reads his "re-translations" |
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| Suzanne Allen reads An Hour with Madame Sabatier |
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| Sion Dayson reads The Idiopath |
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| Helen Cusack O'Keeffe after reading The Ehrlich Remedy for Grief |
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