Everything is perfect,
Your creation is complete
and as it should be.
This moment, the light,
its perfect beak
against a stone.
Even the storm
on the horizon,
towards your house.
This, too, is perfect.
“You can’t write poems about trees
when the woods are full of policemen.”
– Bertoldt Brecht.
You can feel their presence, even now.
They lean over us, inspecting, silent
asking questions but answering none.
Some loiter in the distance, indifferent
to their impact on you. They expect to
be ignored, so pretend they aren’t here.
Some exude the authority of age and a
lack of concern for your opinion.
When you leave, the clear daylight and
open space will make you exposed, anxious.
Lone stands can comfort, or warn.
Though you have left the forest
you can feel their presence, even now.
Just a rough draft for now.
Cloud seeds: brecht
; my work
A record of me reading Skyborn, which is about the silver DC-9 that flies around my house.
More to come!
Cloud seeds: audio
; my work
This is a new poem I read for the first time at my recent feature at La Mama Poetica.
The fifth poem (though not necessarily part 5) of my Eulogies for Dead Technology series.
The plan was simple. Give a spark of life by
an electric muscle twitch. To the body
and from the body, a fistful of blood for
so long as the rhythm can be kept.
Sometimes the beat does not go on and we
try to replicate what is broken. Yet while
we imagine this simple device to be made
of gold or glass or stone;
While we wear them on our sleeves and steal
others, we make new ones from plastic and
titanium and place them like a cuckoo’s egg
in the nest of our ribcage.
Sometimes it’s only the egg that breaks, and
this strange heart is accepted into
the fold but too often, it is treated like
an uninvited guest.
The new beat is one that
the body can’t dance to,
it longs for the simple plan
that failed and was abandoned.
Cloud seeds: dead technology
; la mama
; my work
I recently uploaded recordings of some of my poetry as it was recorded on 3PBS a little while ago. Check out tshamilton @ soundcloud. As a little tech experiment I might make individual posts just to see if I can post them online here too. I also plan to record some poetry as part of the Poetry Foundations stream on Soundcloud too.
Cloud seeds: announcement
; my work
Bleached, reduced and dried
just a taste in your mouth that
you can summon by name
I have been gone a little while haven’t I? Afraid that’s the way of it, I’ve been working very hard with the monetary job but have made a recent return to the creative grindstone as well!
On Monday night I had an excellent night featuring at Passionate Tongues. Michael Reynolds gave me quite an amazing introduction and I was glad for the reddish light because they saved my blushing. The crowd was relatively new to me and I managed to read the entire thing off an iPad! Being a tech geek FTW!
In further news, I will be making another feature at the magnificent Dan O’Connell on the first Saturday in August (the 6th, I think)! New posts coming soon.
Cloud seeds: dan o'connell
; passionate tongues
Hello once again. The writing is actually going better right now than it was same time last year. Work is flat out and things are afoot personally that keep me busy (the joy of wearing more than one hat).
I’ve found a collection of poetic prompts that I’m slowly working my way through, in the absence of original ideas, I’m into week 2 at the moment (writing when time allows doesn’t allow me to write one poem a day). But my usual annual challenger of getting out 12 poems a year looks like it will be knocked over rather soon. Anyhow, this was from Day 4 of the prompts. Write a ‘containment’ poem. I started with being in a bookstore and went from there.
Here is the place I lost myself
and the reference section
that atlased me back home
Here is the poetry section with
its small and empty shelf telling me
the books aren’t going to write themselves.
Here is the where I fell to pieces
and the architecture guide
that blueprinted me again
Here is the sci-fi shelves who say
this is the future if you please
If not, who are you to the future anyway?
Here are the books written about music
and all the songs about writing.
Reading: “The Michael Palin Diaries: The Python Years”
Listening: “Ramona Was A Waitress” – Paul Dempsey
Cloud seeds: books
; my work
OK, so I’ve been a little on the quiet side, the good news is I’ve been writing and editing. The cogs are turning, but they’re well greased and thus not making a whole lot of noise.
In the absence of actual content from myself, I thought I would throw in something recently posted by Sean M. Whelan, he performed a bunch of his work recently with co-conspirator Andrew Watson. The link below will take you to a video of the two of them performing the title to Sean’s most recent and purchase-worthy book.
Click this link. You know you should!