June 15, 2010

Chinatown

Time goes slow when tick means tock,

        When clanking clocks invade again,

When darkness glows, when black takes shape;

        When moonbeams stick to edges.

Moments last so long when you

        Are sleeping in a single bed,

Though mine has room enough for two.

        When you’re in far-flung China.

Hurry back, my love – the tock

        Is pestering my fortitude

(And you know that it’s weak enough

        When we are forged as one).

As one! I cannot wait for it!

        So learn yourself then tell me how

Bright Chinatown transformed your heart,

        But don’t say that it changed the way

Your heart was made for me.

        No, please – I know it’s easy

To be led astray, when far away.

        And though I love enough for two,

The pulsing feeling in my chest,

        That keeps me up, when I should rest,

And makes my mind spin crazily,

        Would quickly break if I lose you.


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  1. Sue

    There’s something lovely about your poetry. I particularly like Chinatown and The Sauna. I think it’s something to do with the way you are bluntly truthful. I saw Ruby Wax on stage recently, she was performing with a musician friend who is a depressive like herself. She told us how they had become firm friends when they met on a plane and told each other how awful they were feeling. I was telling a friend about it the other day and she remarked how we often say things to please people. We both admitted to being guilty of that. Though I do get a buzz out of making people feel happy and I’m lucky enough not to be a depressive so maybe it comes easier for me.

    15 Jun 2010, 23:11

  2. Hi Sue – thanks a lot. I’m not afraid of being honest; there’s no use concealing the meaning with allusion when a direct approach assists the intention. Are you a member of Warwickblogs yourself? It would be lovely to read some of your work.

    16 Jun 2010, 00:37

  3. Sue

    No I’m not and I don’t really write poetry. Not because (as David Morley keeps suggesting!) I’m too shy but because I prefer to read it rather than compose it. Simple as that really. By the way, I was being honest when I said I liked your work, what made me go off on the tangent about weighing up telling the truth over being kind to people was that I nearly said it was “nice” rather than “lovely” but I remember my daughter telling me once that her form/class tutor said how awful the word nice is and that had a certain resonance at the time which seems to have lingered.

    16 Jun 2010, 07:11

  4. Yes, I know what you mean. Well I’m happy that you enjoy my work. Don’t worry, I didn’t take offence by the nice comment. I remember my tutor saying the same thing, ironically. She also told me to never describe a poem by saying it ‘flows’ as it was too lacklustre a description. Thus, I learned a lot of synonyms to the same effect, haha..

    16 Jun 2010, 11:16

  5. Sue

    Here’s my favourite poem/haiku (I really don’t know which as I’m not very good on the technicalities of poetry.

    So much depends on
    a cerise swimsuit
    hanging to dry
    in Laurel Canyon.

    17 Jun 2010, 07:29

  6. I take it you’re familiar with William Carlos Williams’ ‘Red Wheelbarrow’ on which this is a pun, then?

    17 Jun 2010, 13:40

  7. Sue

    No, I know nothing about it! Please tell.

    17 Jun 2010, 16:40

  8. Business Cash Advance

    She told us how they had become firm friends when they met on a plane and told each other how awful they were feeling. I was telling a friend about it the other day and she remarked how we often say things to please people. We both admitted to being guilty of that.

    Business Cash Advance

    17 Jun 2010, 18:09

  9. Business Cash Advance

    She told us how they had become firm friends when they met on a plane and told each other how awful they were feeling. I was telling a friend about it the other day and she remarked how we often say things to please people. We both admitted to being guilty of that.

    http://www.businesscashadvance.com

    17 Jun 2010, 18:11

  10. Well, apparently ‘Business Cash Advice’ has tried to steal you comment about Ruby Wax!

    Here’s the poem. Your favourite is obviously written with this in mind:

    so much depends
    upon

    a red wheel
    barrow

    glazed with rain
    water

    beside the white
    chickens.

    17 Jun 2010, 19:00

  11. Sue

    But how do we know which came first? I don’t think the wheelbarrow is a patch on the swimsuit. Incidentally, I only like making people happy if I like them, so perhaps an exaggeration to say that my friend and I were “guilty” of it. Not such a crime really!

    17 Jun 2010, 22:59


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