Wm turned in the night again digging his heels into my hasty pudding. (Dove Cottage Maxim 13: You can never have too much oatmeal.) Our first weeks here we made maxims - late into the night. I use 'we' loosely, of course, Although I did proffer some choice morsels Dove Cottage Maxim 14 [rejected]: You can never have too much laudanum. Wm's recall of M Wollstonecraft selective, as usual. Dove Cottage Maxim 7: Never confuse theory and practice. DCM 8: Never confuse poetry with reality. Earlier in the evening we had braved a brisk wind To go lie in a ditch covered with twigs. I thought it was pretty lame at first But after the first couple of hours I got into the swing of it. There are many ways to induce hallucinations But lying in a ditch covered in twigs was a new one for me. I'm still pissed, though, that we never get to play the games I want to play.
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Cordite 29: Pastoral
Released: December 2008
Guest Poetry Editor: Stuart Cooke
Cover Image: David Prater
Now I want to hear the games you wanted to play
A kind of self-portrait poem using a distinctive tone or voice to reveal the poet/narrator through their interaction with their environment. The open ending, a kind of implied question, as Karen has pointed out, allows the poem to linger, the effect continues in the mind after the poem has been read. A very cool self-portrait with almost-manifesto poem.