#WADOD – Day 19: March 19th 2019

Works and Days of Division – 29 poems by Martyn Crucefix

Drawing on two disparate sources, this sequence of mongrel-bred poems has been written to respond to the historical moment in this most disunited kingdom. Hesiod’s Works and Days – probably the oldest poem in the Western canon – is a poem driven by a dispute between brothers. The so-called vacana poems originate in the bhakti religious protest movements in 10-12th century India. Through plain language, repetition and refrain, they offer praise to the god, Siva, though they also express personal anger, puzzlement, even despair. Dear reader – if you like what you find here, please share the poems as widely as you can (no copyright restrictions). Or follow this blog for future postings. Bridges need building.

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Tuesday 19.03.2019

‘as a crow in the sticks of a winter tree’

after Basavanna

 

as a crow in the sticks of a winter tree

it hops

from branch to branch

 

my heart is not to be trusted

 

this smouldering coal-black feathered thing

goes hop-hop

at one thing then at another at my desk

then into the noisy street

 

it flaps and flies off

to land again in the bare branches of a second tree

ruffling its feathers

as if perhaps beginning to catch fire

 

hop-hop

all the bridges are down

 

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#WADOD – Day 18: March 18th 2019

Works and Days of Division – 29 poems by Martyn Crucefix

Drawing on two disparate sources, this sequence of mongrel-bred poems has been written to respond to the historical moment in this most disunited kingdom. Hesiod’s Works and Days – probably the oldest poem in the Western canon – is a poem driven by a dispute between brothers. The so-called vacana poems originate in the bhakti religious protest movements in 10-12th century India. Through plain language, repetition and refrain, they offer praise to the god, Siva, though they also express personal anger, puzzlement, even despair. Dear reader – if you like what you find here, please share the poems as widely as you can (no copyright restrictions). Or follow this blog for future postings. Bridges need building.

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Monday 18.03.2019

‘O twitterstorm’

after Mahadeviyakka 

 

O twitterstorm

of geese across the placid lake

beside the new-varnished boats for hire by the hour

don’t you know

 

he would watch for chalky smudges in the blue sky

beyond the aerials

above the broken rooftiles don’t you know

 

those revelatory diaries in the attic undiscovered

each remembering

more than he could recall don’t you know

 

above the plaster-boarded ceiling the light rose

above the crackling nylon sheets

above her weary limbs don’t you know

 

above her slack-muscled limbs wrapped in his arms

the local station playing

all the bridges down

 

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