#WADOD – Day 17: March 17th 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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Sunday 17.03.2019

‘at my mother’s high bleached bedside’

 

at my mother’s high bleached bedside

a couple of transparent drips

the monitors bleeping

and across the ward a woman mostly of skin and bone

cries out is that your daughter

and though I have a grown-up daughter

she’s not here so can I laugh it off

as so much senile rapture

though it’s not easy

is that your daughter now she is repeating

and I wonder what it is she thinks she sees

and would it be acceptable

to question her about what it is

who do you believe is standing beside me

though you see nothing

I’m sure she sees nothing of what’s actually here

and she proves it with her wide-eyed gazing

into the white-scrubbed air

repeating look at the bees swarming

O look at the bees

swarming where the bridges are down

 

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#WADOD – Day 16: March 16th 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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Saturday 16.03.2019

‘between a drowning man’

 

between a drowning man and my child’s skinny dipping

between lip and kiss

between brother

and estranged younger brother

between a mother and one of her six children

between the kissing gate

and the coffin route between cup and lip

between the first slurp and sip

between the fibreglass fishing rod and the spinning lure

between old Capague and Montulet

between the will

and the contraction of the atrophied muscles

between town and country

between wealth and what is a simple lack of money

between the biscuit tin

to put their money in

and fake news a hedge fund or tabloid confessions of sin

the letter unsent the deleted email

the skilfully incised lapidary inscription

tragically lost

with its improbable cost

with its ‘always and forever’ critical burden

words scrawled on a scrap of paper by someone

by the old gods of rumour

all the bridges are falling down

 

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#WADOD – Day 15: March 15th 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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Friday 15.03.2019

‘an americano to go’

an abecedary – to Brexit Secretary, Steve Barclay, who yesterday could find no kinship between speaking and voting

an americano to go

black of a white man’s heart

crude statistics

when were they kin

 

daubed with shitty feathers

eggs cracked in a bowl

footnotes about emails

when were they kin

 

growing weed under LEDs

headlines and tenderness

in the moment of conception

when were they kin

 

john smith marries jane doe

klaxons sounding

languages east west north south

when were they kin

 

my emigre daughter

notes from strings of a mandolin

olives in a screw-top jar

when were they kin

 

pulsing blue in the Uber driver’s ear

queries on the first page

red sky in the morning

when were they kin

 

share like like share

tangled nests of fishing line

up and over the brim

when were they kin

 

very near the end

when the bridges are burning

xanthoma tendinosum

you wake and you’re done

 

when will you understand

zest and intelligence

when were they kin

when were they kin

 

This poem first appeared on New Boots and Pantisocracies (February 2019)

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#WADOD – Day 14: March 14th 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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Thursday 14.03.2019

‘with hardly a sufficient reason’

‘each life balanced on the promissory wing of politics’

 

with hardly a sufficient reason

and without much reflection

on the nature of the multitude of needs I have

I occupy a priority seat

 

I travel westwards filled with a sense of direction

of assured purpose

though at 100 miles an hour

I find myself heading west as surely

as I am heading to the knocking of death

 

yet this is routine this is my common purpose

I’m travelling to visit my mother in the care home

where she has lived for two years

 

but I will have to relinquish my place

to the one who sidles up the aisle towards me

with her obviously greater needs

one who stands looking down at a wriggling child

 

all the bridges are down

 

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#WADOD – Day 13: March 13th 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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Wednesday 13.03.2019

‘to tell the truth it’s hardly more’

 

to tell the truth it’s hardly more

than a convenient extension to the back lot

 

of the forecourt of our local BP garage

on the northernmost side of this satellite town

 

yet we all agree this is an excellent shop

which means we’ll be back tomorrow

 

and the next day most likely and in this way

family traditions take root

 

as today we buy tampons and baked beans

a salad bag and a brace of frozen garlic bread

 

at the very last moment we choose

to snatch up a print newspaper from its rack

 

with its bold and reassuring headline

bridges fit for purpose says govt. minister

 

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#WADOD – Day 12: March 12th 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 12.03.2019

‘still in hope in search of healing powers’

 

still in hope in search of healing powers

he comes to the hills

 

to a mountain landscape

to find from behind a black crag like a sigh

up the slit of the valley

rainfall in a white pulse from the south-east

 

there he stands and watches

from his little pool of sunshine

just a lucky slow-moving gap in the cloud cover

being dragged across the face of the mountain

 

there’s no mistake and it’s never been more clear

no more than a hundred metres away

 

all the bridges are down

 

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#WADOD – Day 11: March 11th 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 11.03.2019

‘there are six crows’

 

there are six crows in the swaying branches

of a mountain ash—

 

google tells me the tree is a pioneer species

but this is something of a Disney film—

 

each bird is facing north

perhaps because the breeze is in-coming

 

from that direction and it may be that crows

depend more than anyone

 

has ever realised on a sense of smell

but what do I know—hey what I do know

 

is that this steady freezing in-coming breeze

arriving from remote northern territories

 

brings uplift as one of the crows

does a one-eighty making all the others

 

suddenly glance nervously over

their shoulders they are thinking he’s my man

 

il duce—messiah—mein vater

he has them all by the scruff of their necks

 

now all the bridges are down

 

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#WADOD – Day 10: March 10th 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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Sunday 10.03.2019

‘when I say’

 

when I say I smell mud

under your uncut fingernails

the stench of mud in your mouth

the sweet rot rising from the understairs cupboard

smelling becomes a veil

 

the moment I tell you I hear the car alarm

beneath the announcer’s voice

I hear ice cracking in a blue crevasse

the drilling in a neighbour’s wall

hearing becomes a veil

 

if I say I have tasted

the remnants of salt on the rim of a glass

taste salt in the small of your back

licking honey from the thumb

of a clover floret taste becomes a veil

 

if I say I touch the most recent bruise

on my mother’s forehead

blue in the light of the late ambulance

or the raised rash of eczema on her arm

touch becomes a veil

 

when I set it down here that I see

a mother and child that I find webs and traps

beset the late-flowering roses

I see the slug’s gluttonous moneyed trail

even sight becomes a veil

 

and I snatch up the salt shaker from the table

I start babbling of corruption

all the bridges down

 

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#WADOD – Day 9: March 9th 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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Saturday 9.03.2019

‘such great lungfuls of men and women’

 

such great lungfuls of men and women bellowing

at the disputed steering wheel

 

or shrieking at restaurant tables

threadbare speeches to another inattentive class

to myself alone

whether I consider it to the point or not

 

bright days devoured in the work of composition

and adjustment

then devoured in composition

 

the intensity of the empathetic efforts made

whatever metric we use

the needle stuttering into the black and red zones

whether I care whether it is successful or not

 

whether it appears misdirected or not

whether it is for all time or not

it’s not nor can it ever be for all time and I know it—

 

all the bridges down

 

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#WADOD – Day 7: March 7th 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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Thursday 7.03.2019

‘days of over-turning the warmed earth’

 

days of over-turning the warmed earth

with a spade

 

each clod a rip in the moonlight

whether you propagate successfully or not

 

convalescent hours lost gazing into the woods

whether you see the trees

 

whether you see a particular tree

whether you find the snow falling there or not

 

hours spent carefully broadcasting lures

attempting long lines

 

choosing short lines

whether you deceive successfully or not

 

and cold nights ripened with strings of kisses

long kisses short kisses

 

whether you find them remotely arousing

or not a trouble of urgencies

 

in the speaking in the writing in the posting

of every comment whether

 

it’s read or not whether anyone likes or not

whether you accepted the cookies or not

 

whether the privacy agreement was signed or not

all the bridges are down

 

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