Poetry Blog by Jo Carter
Patricia and Stefan Wilde on Why Has The Ice-Maker Gone In The Cupboard Already? (Sat, 8 Jan 2011 12:33 am)
on 'You're a chav' (Fri, 31 Dec 2010 09:20 pm)
on Ian McShanes Legs (Wed, 22 Dec 2010 03:32 pm)
I thought it was an excellent present
It was from Amazon, you know
I did spend time thinking about what to get you
Knowing that you say all the gifts I get are ‘poo’
It’s stressful, you spoilt bugger!
When I saw today that you’d already put it in the cupboard
I literally shuddered
At the thought of a 5...
Saturday 8th January 2011 12:08 am
It started very early on, your weirdo *thing* with the socks.
And the friggin tights….
……lordy, the fights.
‘THEY DON’T FIT PROPERLY’, you screamed with your scary Thor-voice
You were just plain livid,
All the time
For the ill-fitting sock crime.
Back then you weren’t afraid to boot me anywhere you could land a hit
My anger back at you was m...
Friday 7th January 2011 11:22 pm
I buy all my clothes, save underwear, from Oxfam and the same,
Ready made meals never see my kitchen -
Instead large pans of boiling Epicureanesque broth and grain
Bubble and steam ready for their little freezer boxes, neatly labeled.
I read dusty little unshiny secondhand books; Lacan, Foucault, Rumi, too many to mention.
There’s even a little Brian Cox and Greene in ...
Friday 31st December 2010 9:09 pm
Having never been up close and personal with a man over the age of fifty;
I had no idea that nature
Takes all that’s nifty
From a mans legs
And gives nothing much back in return.
It was shocking to me when watching Pillars of the Earth
While sat eating a chinese, as you do,
To see the complete dearth
Of muscle and prowess
Contained in the legs of the af...
Monday 20th December 2010 11:24 pm
Severs every last connecting tendril, with a blade
Leaving me alone and isolated from All.
Locks me in a darkened cell, melts the key with flame
Subjecting me to the torture of 'When'.
Laughs when I cry -
Rejoices when I die -
Cheers when I give up -
Celebrates when I tremble.
Kicks me in the gut, with boots of steel
Making me fall to my knees, and my f...
Tuesday 9th March 2010 5:46 am
Before you accuse,
Bruise, someone somewhere in some distant place
You’ve never been to, and never plan on going;
Review your attachment
To this habit you have, of pretending you are not simply the sum of Yourselves-
But some great mystical creature, capable of unearthly listenings to the minds of Others.
Before you bemoan,
Drone, drown in your own imaginings
Monday 18th January 2010 2:30 am