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Ann
Marie Eldon
ditying
shut with the levied wall thrips
down to a sparrowthon crumb march
throttle; gone cracks, gone betterment,
gone immaculate, gone skilled, become
unconscious in order requirements
which carpets feed for example
straightening (rules for this, stripped
salvaged uncreased microparts
imparts…) that her knowledge
of Folds does shoulderto shoulderto. Smart
crass forage amygdalic forensic
sophistics can do.
Polish. Approximately sixty probably
walkthroughs – miles on the same feet,
table plaque, fork stacks, a money spider makes a
mere shoulder remarkable; laughable
how a Wednesday can touché
say a Tuesday cried once
sofa out of true took up
the cushion slack
but couldn’t remember
if it was coffee or
prim popped
her back
unspired
no spurge dwarf petty sun or wood
but flattéds on the clod shingle
sluck glazed aura keys:: fingers bother over
theses remaining untapped
a flog day; no sprog book
agog look repeats mimicking licking
memories there may have been Chicago smog
now could Log On anywhere not get
written bitten as it were Germanics
surroundeds no boardwalks not even un-
even bored walks young girls’ bumcracks
skirtswirls flat sandals bounce breasts hair typical
mess is this England or mere seating flew all this
way for peace and quiet found pre-spontaneously
combusted defocused nonplussed
busted cocktail garden party couldn’t peel
scheme from his eyes I’m
hoping to get to London
but why when dreaming spires
highered?
through
schist to fist
Damn: stood on firm ground
yet
I
did not know where to place si-
mplicity. Astounding
that
out
of my mouth should shout many cryptophasic severences
(about) 'distinguished by'...
transparent plates
fine disseminated scales
light
and dark
micas
muscovite
biotite
right listing like last night was a possible domestic across the
street.
Ah but getting down to the base of it all, lights out and nothing
more complicated than
hard
and hard,
presence of haema-something,
taste in the
mouth; love his biting
yet she
loathes and
fears his plied uncouth piss-breath. We
are on the frontier here, a perfect cleavage, sheets formerly
used as window panes, chiefly insulating materials,
low resistances, dark, given to black, back
to the exotic distraction an extraction
of zinnwaldite.
Scabbed by morning no doubt got
more than she bargained for and massive fell
KLiFeAl(F2OH)2AlSi3010
to analysis – this side such solid pleasure and hers, cheek
de-
hisced/due
to loss of iron
the hospital.
181˚
Masses displaced. There
somebodies always on
the move. To manipulate today’s headline
means taking up that smell refugee-en masse smell. Taking it
up. Enough is feed to children.
Put the boy’s bike lights on. Screw. Screw. Every-
needs a place. Sending the one-eyed
hooked bully to hell, thinking it
may well get me a fatwa
smell which can never quite be encapsulated.
A crowd I join. I
turn away. Cook. I
never read recipes. My hands’ resort flour. A factoid may
reconcile Ishmael and Isaac.
Blood blooms from foetid to umbilical
in my hope womb. Turn. There –
a strange trig. to the Trintity
is.
Makes numbers
nonsense.
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AnnMarie
Eldon, an identical twin,
evolved from cryptophasic origins in once
densely industrialised Birmingham, England. Since September 2001,
juggling various personae interiorae, US/UK homes and children, she
survives relative domestic deprivation and hormones to somehow achieve
successful adult differentiation and spiritual balance within the
mediocrity of a picturesque Oxfordshire market town.
About these poems:
from the author
I have no idea how a concept 'work' works. Work is. It is a physical
activity even if labelled 'mental' or 'intellectual'. As such it cannot
be 'about' anything - even if say a piece of work like writing a book.
A book may be 'about' something but the writing of it is a physical
pursuit. I have tried to invent, to sonic my way through these works -
'about' poetry may as well be any other addiction - a soporific
substitute. 'Should' 'could' poetics ever be co-opted? I'm presently
the end of a line of massive invasions - Vikings, Goths, Saxons, French
- there are more words derived from Russian in British English than
Welsh for example. How ringfenced language if we socialise it that way.
How much we could get analytical. Meanwhile I have the house to clean,
I remember a charming man who I didn't have a chance to talk to who
came to Oxford to write a book about Chicago and got caught up in
cocktail party-banter, the dead eyes which spill from the commuter
train. Speak not like that, but in poetry speak new, speak through,
speak with a not à bout.
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