Pulse to pulse, drowning in feathers
Swept by tides of love all moonful midnight,
In the sea and sand having
A pint and potatoes with no salt,
Love is sweet whilst it travels
Close to each other and nature
Together we share time
And time in turn shares us
The pain of recognition bites
Like the rail tracks turning, turning…
Streaks of light and shadow, smell of smoke
Pulse to pulse as the lightning crashes in from the West
Drowning in wool.
That second stanza takes some believing!
(Have you looked in the corners for some dead poet`s bones?)
I only tinker with minor details like the punctuation. The content of the original lines (and their order on the page) is always maintained.
The horse relates to the Dadaist art movement, who used collage a lot. In fact, Dada means 'hobby-horse'.
http://education.yahoo.com/reference/dictionary/entry/Dada
In the second half of each Stockport Write Out Loud, John Keane, the coordinator, passes round a piece of paper on which everyone writes a line based on what's happened or what they've heard. Each folds the paper so their line can't be seen by the next, and passes it on. It's then unfolded to reveal the whole poem. Bizarrely, it works every time, though I think John does tinker slightly sometimes. John?
Stockport Write Out Loud is run within the art gallery surrounded by paintings, sculptures or photos or whatever is the latest exhibition. Cool, eh? Not sure if that's a self-portrait. Again, John?
Ah, I get it. It's a horse designed by a committee, like the poem. But this does not produce a camel, but a horse. clever.
Um, I like this. Lovely language. (What is the WOL Stockport Collage thing about? I expect I should know.) An interesting illustration too - could be out of George Stubb's sketchbook!
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Nigel Astell
Tue 12th Jun 2012 15:10
The Scroll Of Learning
A slip of paper
Passed around the group
Folded neatly after writing
Single line of thought.
When unravelled into many
The scroll of learning
Is absorbed into poetry
To read as one.