Thursday, 16 December 2010
Wednesday, 15 December 2010
Everything that’s red: the tree on the left behind a train, top third; the rail of a stylised iron train-bridge, and the bridge’s lowest arch which curves over a city-river; city slick. Two stripes of aeroplane mist. There’s a bird the size of a pair of peas on the page, but it’s the size of a mini’s hood or a vespa in reality and that’s your scale right there.
Everything that’s white: there are two kinds; white inherent and light lies. Three clouds formed with dash-zag crayon, and in between the red the railings vertically painted cream. A Greek-pillar holds up the bridge in all its iron mongering, and the pattern whispers white where need be; square spirals. Above the arch and below the horizon of red there’s more. There – where? – there, four sizable squares of light, black lines through the top fifth; windows of a black train. Haloed are two black walkers. The light shows their shapes against the rain (white crayon, how stormily you’re taken) against the dark – a glowing rope outlines a lead, a dog for the front man, a procession. Goats and lions passing the odd cream diamonds.
Everything that’s black: fatter drops of rain the size of the first man’s bowler hat which is in turn the size of the two-peas-bird, but these men, ah, they’re closer. The dog is barking white. Cooly they lean in walking through fat rain; men the same colour as the train and shown real by the light of those “four squares” - windows-four and glowing-all. You think of Fawkes.
Everything that’s grey: One Sky. One Greek pillar. The mass of cross-hatched metal between sparse red and cream on th’bridge beneath railings. The space under the bridge – a low horizon and water-all – might be shades of blue, might be black water and grey sky; the light of this room is amber and swatting at the dark and blue is grey is blue is black. You rub your eyes, see colour-sparks like powder in the black. Your ears whistle.
Tuesday, 14 December 2010
A.N. Okay...look I gotta get some silliness out my system; David and me've been talking about a super-smash-bros slam-poetry brawl but it's come to nothing...and...well...Elliot, Cal and anyone else who wants to take part: is it OwN? REPLY!! xXx
Written to read aloud but..meh!
I choose you
Hope there’s no need to explain to you
The gravity - of your duty
All these kids, man, they seek to offend
Don’t let this prick-a-mon condescend. He can do it to himself alright!
Go, Shock! Take this mock:
Head fulla music
respect to that but wha’s the Ray Bans man ?
Wha’ wi’ dat?
Cuz oo-ee man you is just like buddy holly
Only that guy is occasionally jolly
Think you can take me on? Come on man my words weigh a tonne
Beware; I’m loving this. Yeah my hands, they shake
Full of the cast-off-run of it all
Watch me Quake, I’m free; reeling I’m trailing the hype behind me like long hair
in the breeeeeeze coz this is a breeze to me
Don’t feel appeased,
keep up with me man coz you’re trailing too;
Let’s hear you take down my Pikachu