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Project 823: Urban Myths (vol. 2, part 5)

And finally… the myth reveals itself. Here is the closing section of the poem, with links back to parts 1 – 4, so you can take in the whole poem if you so wish. Big thanks to Ashley and Cindy for playing on this one.

Project 823: Urban Myths (vol. 2 part 1)
Project 823: Urban Myths (vol. 2 part 2)
Project 823: Urban Myths (vol. 2 part 3)
Project 823: Urban Myths (vol. 2 part 4)

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It will be meat cleaver
swift/ the clipping
of hooves over tree
roots/ a warning hoot
from an owl/ quickening
the pulse’s arrhythmic
thrum/ your name whispered/
taste of blood on your tongue

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You may touch the machinery while moving
the angel is not in the wreckage

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Collars are chipped and rumour
has it, with just one click an earwig
will hatch, hungry for brains

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Project 823: Urban Myths (vol. 2, part 4)

Here is the penultimate part of the epic Project 823, featuring my Friday Night friends, Ashley Martin and Cindy Keong… Oh, the myths we make!

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Something like a contraction:
you will want to stop the car
for this, like a rare botanical
work. But you are unadorned
you did as you were told
for the sake of the golden plate.
Everyone hears the heaving:
your weight in metal

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The river peeling reflections, salutes all
walking prey, braids cormorants in our hair

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Wrap the day in marigolds and white
sugar: feet throb with grief
but we will feast at midnight

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Project 823: Urban Myths (vol. 2, part 3)

Here’s the third installment of Project 823, written in collaboration with Ashley Martin & Cindy Keong. Ah yes, the myths we make…

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Dark fires humming and the murmur
of cliffs/ pulled by the kiss of a selkie
tail vanishing in hallucinating eyes/
tantamount to the sleep of rapids/ gnarled
oceanic spooks raining and green/ the night
washed with pumice/ there absolutely
there/ the shark’s love for humanity/
biting down hard on a promise not kept

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Remove her skin, bury it deeper than a
secret, pray your offspring are blind

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This process will not offend participants
happy to produce a variety of forms
even after three days, dancing

 

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Project 823: Urban Myths (vol. 2, part 2)

The second in the Urban Myths series, featuring Ashley Martin, Cindy Keong & this Lost Shark is now complete, so over the next couple of days, expect a hit of the unexpected, the astonishing and the down right weird as together we combine minds and words to make our own myths.

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Viagra can be used as a slow release fertilizer
but is unlikely to aid in prolonging your
festive season and promise me you will act
at least mildly surprised that Catholic priests
actively groom young girls to adorn their car
windscreens with frangipanis, so forgive me
when instead I buy you a flute
just as our relationship ends

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We will need a night ceremony, a woman
with a wig and the shoes of the girl in front of her

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A bellying roar that scrapes the dark
where marrow and tomorrow meet: old toys and
the bones of lovers: assurances to the infants we are

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Project 823: Urban Myths

I have now embarked on part II of Project 823: Urban Myths, this time collaborating with my Friday Night Lights friends, Ashley Martin and Cindy Keong. It is already shaping up to be mindbendingly good, twisting the idea of urban myths like Uri Gellar near a cutlery draw. Here’s the opening section… the ‘who wrote what’ will again remain unspoken.

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Project 823: Urban Myths

Though I am in possession of so many peaches
and their sugar can be turned into titanium
the nine billionth cell phone will drop earth from its orbit
unless the PIN is typed in reverse, check your candy:
it was definitely Edgar Hoover who made us
the code tucked into granola is the same red dye
and tastes like the ghostly hitchhiker’s favorite lipstick
showing up in the x-rays of people she’s been with

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Trees do not exist as we used to know them
now the woods eat children like jubes

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Orthopedic surgeons and vets profit the most from a half price
sale on frozen turkeys; rehabilitation must include fresh air, consider
a smear of toothpaste behind each ear if bushwalking on dimly lit trails

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New Collaborative Poem – Surface Tension

Who said poetry is a private and lonely art form?

Cindy Keong and I have been collaborating on a number of projects over the past year – most notably the Ocean Hearted videos, which will be released as a DVD in 2011. You can view two samples at my You Tube page.

We have also been writing a number of collaborative poems. The most recent is Surface Tension, which has now been posted on Cindy’s blog. So jump on over and have a read … and while you are there, make sure you have a good look through her other poetry/photography posts. There are some cracking poems written during her current stay in Tanzania.

Enjoy!

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Tidal Notes

I
 
drinking cask wine
and smiling at her
I inhale the warm summer perfume
of her dress
 

II
 
light purrs into the grass
on days like this
I see all men
as brief as birds
 

III
 
dusk feathers the day
into vague bits of dream
while the pulse in my neck taps
trouble          trouble
 

IV

naked night swim
our drunken limbs
fumble over moons
of flesh
 

V
 
softening skin
our bodies
dance in time with
the river’s heartbeat
 

VI

skipping stones
across a glass river
each bounce
shatters our silence
 

VII

bird song lost
in the air of morning
we drift home with
the outgoing tide

 

* this poem was written collaboratively with Cindy Keong. You can view more of Cindy’s work here: http://clk27.wordpress.com/

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Collaborative Ghazal Project

Last week with my workshop group, we looked at the ghazal. I have to say it was not a form that I had ever paid much attention to, but after reading widely, I have a whole new appreciation of the form. As part of the session, I gave the group the opening sher (couplet) and had them respond to this writing their own sher; the result was breathtakingly good, so I thought I would try it here and see how it works.

Firstly, a few words about the ghazal for those new to the form…

A ghazal is composed of five or more couplets.

The second line of each couplet (or sher) in a ghazal usually ends with the repetition of a refrain of one or a few words, known as a radif. In the first couplet both lines end in the refrain so that the ghazal’s rhyme scheme is AA BA CA etc.

All the couplets, and each line of each couplet, must share a similar meter.

Every sher should be an independent poem in itself, however, the shers may share the same theme or even display continuity of thought.
 
The final sher (or maqta) includes the poet’s takhallus (pen name). Traditionally, this is how the poet attempted to secure credit for his or her work.

You can read more about ghazals here.

So with these notes to guide us, here’s the (two) opening sher of The Ghazal of Another Lost Shark. Once I have a number of responses I will put the poem together, write a final sher and repost. Look forward to reading your pearls of thought.

 

 

The Ghazal of Another Lost Shark

Tonight as rain hisses on stones, you come to me.
The breeze that lifts the curtain calls your name to me.

A rooster’s yellow beak opens the dawn, taking with it
my dreams, as the heat of morning breaks in me.

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