Sunday, March 14, 2010

8 comments:

Jeanne Iris said...

Fantastic, frenetic, finely-crafted piece there, TFE! I particularly like your allusions to writing in this one. Looking forward to reading the other takes on those two lines you supplied.

The Josie Baggley Company said...

You lot are all a little affected -just thought I'd mention it you know;);)
If Stella was a fella I reckon he'd be a lurex clad hairdresser specialising in moose structuring big hair yokes...nothing more nothing less. That's all I've to say..my brain just won't entertain the subject any further for some reason

Bill said...

A fantastic stream of energy. I didn't get thayt buzz from anything in the few magazines I was flicking through only this afternoon. As it is only a few I wouldn't be dogmatic about it -I could be talking cobblers- but I think poetry now needs more stuff like this. There are other kinds of poetry I like too, but I like this: talking neither down nor up, neither over-intellectual nor "dumbed down", just the genuine article. Trying to do what poetry does: with energy.

The Weaver of Grass said...

Boy - that is one sophisticated poem you have writ there eej. Still pain-ridden I have hobbled to the side of the road and waited for the bus to come along. My legs may not be working as well as they should at present but there is nothing to stop my brain mulling over your two sentence starter for the poem. My entry has just been posted - enjoy (or not as the case me be).

Heather said...

Great poem TFE - I'll be on the bus tomorrow.

Niamh B said...

Will I ever forget? Glad you remembered!! Like this poem Mr - favourite images would be danger licking corners and the one way only being out.

I'm on board now .. definitely looking for the wooden spoon this week!

Karen said...

I love the energy and the sound of this! I had to read it orally just to hear myself gathering speed!

I wish I had a ticket this week, but having neither designer duds to wear nor a good lager to make me not care, I'm just standing here, thumbing a ride, reading everyone else's good poetry!

Titus said...

That's me up, Mr TFE. I am now going to run for the hills.