Posts Tagged ‘james’ stuff’

Lighthouse

November 17, 2006

The house is light, not heavy.
Its back door is light not dark.
The front door is light; no sorry
it has lots of front doors, which don’t smoke!
You can seperate the different lights in the house.
There are less fatty rooms spread around the house than is normal.
The house has a butter front.

Untitled

November 17, 2006

There’s this guy who always speaks his thoughts out loud.

Doesn’t matter to him if he’s alone or in a crowd.

I wonder what’s happened to make him this way?

I’m sort of frightened to listen to what he might say.

Are they words of wisdom he mumbles to himself?

Or is he just talking to no-one as he has no one else?

I’ve seen him around for a few years now.

I feel kind of sorry for him. Life’s a cow.

In all this time he’s never got any better

and I don’t know how he can help himself,

now or in the future.

People try to avoid him: they’re scared – they think he’s strange.

Even other schizophrenics think he’s slightly deranged.

But I think he must be happy in his own psychotic way.

If there wasn’t still a spark inside, he wouldn’t still be here today.

When I look at him I wonder: is this where my future lies?

If I can’t face & overcome some of the demons I have inside.

But then I stop myself and think:

“Would it really matter if I ended up that way?”

As what the hell’s this thing called life about, anyway?

James

The Bling Thing

November 17, 2006

Let our talent be measured by all things bling.

The kids won’t realise that we can’t actually sing.

If we add a few obscenities we will be a hit.

What else do they want to hear but “fuck” and “shit”.

It isn’t like they need to use their brains.

Music TV has already driven them insane.

Now that they can’t tell one song from another.

All we need put out next is a reworked cover.

Infact let’s bring out a whole album of different re-mixes.

Kids are so lucky they’re not living in the sixties.

Back then all they had was “Stones”, “Beatles” & “Kinks”.

Is it any wonder they all played tiddlywinks.

Nowadays, imagine a world without “drum ‘n’ bass”.

No ecstasy or whizz to get off your face.

Yeah, when we’re high we’ve got nothing to dread.

Infact won’t it be so god damn cool if we end up dead.

Then they’ll bring out our posthumous CD.

Just to make some more money.

But oh shit, I’ve just realised the end to this fable.

All that money will then go to the bloody record label.

Damn!

James

Example Edit

November 6, 2006

Last week the Brightsparks Poetry sessions focused on editing skills. Having absorbed the lesson like a karate kid in training one of the attending poets went away, wrote a piece, then with a little feedback from another Brightsparks Poet, came up with a possible alternate version. Version one is written up in the previous post. Version two is set out below with its edits in bold. The edits were made to maximise contrast (happy housewife/frustrated subtext) and also to maintain momentum, pace and rhythm.

Which do you rather? Can you see any other ways the piece could be edited? Let the author know by leaving a comment… 

The Housewife

Alarm set, alarm rings
Breakfast made, breakfast ate
Kids awoken,
kids packed up and off to school.

Pots washed, dried up and put away
Weather forecast says fine today.
Dirty clothes piled into the wash,
A few minutes alone, so you switch on the box.
Fern tells Philip about dresses and soaps.
Up next there’s a phone-in
“How do single mums cope?”

You think about preparing something for lunch.
and go to the shops though you’ve plenty of stuff.
When you get back, all the washing is done.
Hanging it out in the garden is ever so fun!
Watching the elderly creep past the gate
You look in the mirror,
but can’t see your face, then
before you know it’s a quarter past three

and the kids come home shouting
“tea, tea, tea!”
they start to fight
as you’re making the dinner, and
your husband arrives,
with a mood like a hitter
“You stupid cow,

what’s this muck on my plate?”
“Fine then you bastard
just throw it away!””
A little while later when the kids are asleep,
you go to the bathroom and you start to weep.
You get into bed, your eyes are all wet,
And then you remember,
the alarm needs to be set.

James

The Housewife

November 5, 2006

Alarm set, alarm rings

Breakfast made, breakfast ate

Kids awoken, kids packed up and off to school.

Pots washed, dried up and put away

Forecast says fine today.

Dirty clothes into the wash,

a few minutes to yourself,

you switch on the box.

Fern telling Phillip about the latest storyline in the soaps.

Oh to hear something meaningful, there’s very little hope.

Think about preparing something for lunch.

You go to the shops for something to munch.

Get back home and the washing is done.

Hanging it out in the garden is so much fun!

Watching the elderly creeping past your gate,

you think to yourself

“I’ll be old at this rate.”

Before you know it it’s a quarter past three

and the kids come home shouting

“Please mum, make us a tea?”

Then they start fighting as you’re making the dinner

just to wind you up,

“Why god, am I a sinner?”

Your husband comes home,

he’s had a bad day

“What’s this muck on my plate?”

“Fine, go on then, throw it away!”

A little while later when the kids are asleep,

you go to the bathroom and you start to weep.

You get into bed, your eyes are all wet

and then you remember,

the alarm has to be set.