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Dee Rimbaud
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A
Typewriter River
My
daughter commands me to write, to type,
like
it's something automatic that comes out,
like
the flow of abstract poetry that pours
from
her mouth - the synapses in her brain
simpler,
less polluted by adult sophistry, by lies:
the
whiter than white lies, which my mother
once
explained, make the world go round.
My
daughter also knows it's about flow,
but
she's talking about a different river:
a
highland stream, not the sludgy estuary
I've
been treading water in all my adult years.
The
poetry trips off her tongue - land ahoy,
she
yells, like our metaphors have gained
the
game of reality. Up the salty river we sail
to
a land of black curry and blue boys
with
pennies on their heads and triangle dogs
that
are very very dirty.
So
we type together on this old machine,
my
daughter and me, loving the clatter
of
its lurching keys, the sticky sweet resonance
of
man (and daughter) and machine.
Someone
threw this out, I tell her,
this
poor old typewriter was left unloved,
out
on the street, amongst all the rubbish.
My
daughter laughs and presses the space bar,
randomly,
and still the poetry floods out -
you
see, she knows, it's all about flow. |
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Dee Rimbaud:is
an artist and writer, living in Glasgow, Scotland. He is author
of two full-length collections of poetry and one novel: The Bad Seed (Stride, 1998), Dropping Ecstasy With The Angels
(Bluechrome, 2004), and Stealing
Heaven From The Lips Of God (Bluechrome, 2004). His work
has appeared in hundreds of magazines worldwide. He is editor of The Book Of Hopes And Dreams and The AA Independent Press Guide.
You can access the AA Independent Press Guide, browse a gallery of
Dee's artwork, read his writing and find out how to purchase signed
copies of his books at: thunderbust.com.
Email inquiries about illustration commissions, etc. to: Dee Rimbaud
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