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Sun 4th Feb 2018 17:12
Thanks Big Sal for stopping by my profile! Your encouraging comment is very much valued.
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Sat 20th Jan 2018 11:12
HI Big Sal
thanks for your like on Madame Fortuna. This went up last week on Poems and Pictures, a picture library that will take poems to go with images, if you can find the right one... http://www.maryevans.com/poetryblog.php?post_id=8122
Tue 16th Jan 2018 12:19
Hi Big Sal, thanks for your note on i-museum revisited. That's a very interesting interpretation, thank you. For some context, here's the first one:
Come and see the i-museum.
No curtains, no blinds, no nets. Blinding sometimes.
The exhibits change day to day.
Who seeks comfort in the linear?
The building disappears if you enter it in anger.
The floors withdraw, the walls collapse.
You can only visit if your eyes are smiling.
There is no Authority, it’s self-policing.
Less trouble that way. More responsibility.
If you don’t maintain a peaceful equilibrium,
the building disappears around you.
Though sometimes, if you get a rage on inside,
the ceilings ignite.
Depends on the rage.
In the foyer, there’s a framed photo of a small girl
smiling with her mouth.
The photo is black and white.
The dress is pink and hated.
The first room has cartoon-like cakes,
bursting out the tops of their wrappers.
Sumptuous, exciting, begging to be eaten.
You can’t, of course.
If you try, the building disappears around you.
The musical room contains a gnawed wooden recorder.
It smells of pre-pubescent spit, sweaty fingers, and school.
To open the door of the musical room, take a deep breath,
and hold it.
To exit, do this in reverse.
Do not touch the handle.
The door will slam onto your fingers.
You will breathe in.
Entropy will ensue.
In the café there’s a radiogram,
locked within a nicotine-stained glass case.
No money required.
The turntable revolves around levels of memory.
78s will play if opening bars of songs are sung.
If you sing too loudly, the shellac cracks
and the glass case fills with smoke.
The reading room contains 5 books,
which have been read approximately 50 times each.
The spines are broken.
If you pick them up, pages fall out,
and the building disappears around you.
Leave the books alone. Get your own.
There’s a flat-chested Sindy doll in that room over there,
with shorn hair and home-made clothes.
A stolen Action Man keeps Sindy company,
and they mostly fight or fuck.
In the cellar, there’s a well of tears,
soon to boil and dry.
And all the implements you’d ever need
to raise weals on a small girl.
There are curtains down there that are permanently closed,
so people can’t see in.
That was fun, wasn’t it?
Tue 2nd Jan 2018 07:50
thanks Big Sal for encouraging words for poetry "Tax-I don't have problem".
Eagerly waiting for your next poetry 😃
Fri 15th Dec 2017 19:32
Thanks for your encouraging word over my poetry " The Doll's smile"
Mon 11th Dec 2017 09:47
Hey Big Sal - thanks for your note on my Trump haiku. And just as you think he can't get any worse - he does.
Tue 5th Dec 2017 09:30
Thanks for your latest comments they are much appreciated
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Mon 4th Dec 2017 11:34
Thanks for your response to 'War Kids'. I don't usually put out such rough work, but the concept has been niggling at me for years. In so many 'news reports' on TV, I can see myself and my friends; and we were never in the extreme danger that the TV children deal with daily.
Wed 15th Nov 2017 13:30
Thanks for your like on my Samuel Oldknow pub poem Big Sal
Emer Ni Chorra
Sun 5th Nov 2017 14:58
Hi Big Sal, thank you for stopping by and leaving such encouraging words on my profile. 👍
Sat 4th Nov 2017 18:31
Thanks Big Sal. I will keep writing
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