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.
Friday 29.03.2019
‘this morning round noon’
this morning round noon we scattered the ashes
likeclicklike my son Thom 21 today
and fifty grand in debt
likeshare I took her to see Can You Ever Forgive Me
a glorious start to the day likelikeshare
snorkelling with turtles I love the sort of sentence
that never seems to end sadly no-one thought
o return my psychic tote bag
my condolences on those occasions I speak about him
he will be nameless in her passing
great job [heart] you Brighton women
like Rishi snapped this one on his morning run
on the path over Gowbarrow
to gather in the market square likelikelikeshare
in the struggle share like-minded children
fell out of the sky O I adore this photograph
my father’s look and how I loved his hat
like a trumpet for whatever is redacted
likelike government existing to promote and protect
the ordinary happiness of its people
shareshare are you cool and gentle peppermint
like beautifully crystallised hibiscus flowers
I was struck by a car likeshare but I’m OK
I hit my shoulder and rolled with it
plus a dash of syrup shareshare the bridges are all
pills and blue sugarcane rum likesharelike
an American punk band from Nashville posting
abuse about a young Buddhist woman
refusing anaesthetic to shareshare
are you feeling blue [smileyfaceicon] likeshare
we chanced across a bar where folk song
and klezmer were playing
as in a mirror sharelikelikeshare as in a mirror
of the world like frost on the Vitosha mountain
I think the Pantone chart is one of my favourite things
Martyn Crucefix 