Showing posts with label erasure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label erasure. Show all posts
Monday, December 26, 2016
Lizz Murphy - Poem 362: Colour - Skin (found text)
COLOUR - SKIN
Found in Nursing: The Authorised Manual of The St John Ambulance Association of the Order of St John, The British Red Cross Society, Second Edition, 1965. [I was going to be a nurse! Starting with voluntary nursing at the Royal Victoria Hospital, Belfast]
Tuesday, December 20, 2016
Sunday, December 18, 2016
Saturday, December 17, 2016
Thursday, December 8, 2016
Tuesday, December 6, 2016
Monday, December 5, 2016
Magdalena Ball #21: Spring (revisited)
Spring (revisited)
after Edna St Vincent Millay
beauty is not enough
returning and repurposing
opening stickily
you can no longer quiet me
with the redness of leaves
I know what I know
sun on my neck
spikes of the crocus
the earth’s good smell
life is an empty cup
a flight of uncarpeted stairs
it’s not enough
to come down this hill
babbling
strewing flowers
I know what I know
Last poem in the series "Five Ways with Edna St Vincent Millay"
after Edna St Vincent Millay
beauty is not enough
returning and repurposing
opening stickily
you can no longer quiet me
with the redness of leaves
I know what I know
sun on my neck
spikes of the crocus
the earth’s good smell
life is an empty cup
a flight of uncarpeted stairs
it’s not enough
to come down this hill
babbling
strewing flowers
I know what I know
Last poem in the series "Five Ways with Edna St Vincent Millay"
Labels:
Edna St. Vincent Millay,
erasure,
redaction
Sunday, December 4, 2016
Saturday, December 3, 2016
Lizz Murphy - Poem 337: Our backyard
OUR BACKYARD
WHEN Sandra was offered a chance to travel to Sydney for paid work and a view to permanent residency by the Australian family she working for in the Pacific Islands, she leapt at the chance. She would initially
be supported by the family she worked for, and
then she would have an income, she would have freedom, and a
chance to support her own family, she thought. But the reality was far more grim. The situation Sandra ended up in
is unthinkable
to most Australians, but the
reality for thousands.
Sandra became a
slave. “My passport was taken
when I arrived,” she said.
“I did all of their housework, washing,
ironing, gardening, took care of the dogs and the swimming pool. I worked
hard every day. “They would threaten me, swear at me, I was not allowed out of the house and could not contact my family. They
had control over my
whole life.” The situation went on for three years, and Sandra’s permanent residency wasn’t looking any
closer. She had become fearful for her
safety.
dra told her
story as part of a campaign by the Salvation Army to end
modern slavery — a
more pressing issue than most of us realise. The organisation supported Sandra
on her journey out of modern slavery, and aims to relieve the estimated 4300 Australians suffering
the same torture. On
Saturday, November 26, 2016
Magdalena Ball #12: Time does not bring relief (revisited)
Time does not bring relief (revisited)
after Edna St Vincent Millay
time does not bring
the weeping of rain
the shrinking
of tide
old snows melt
every mountain-side
last year’s leaves
smoke in every lane
there is no memory
here
Fourth poem in the series Five Ways with Edna St Vincent Millay
after Edna St Vincent Millay
time does not bring
the weeping of rain
the shrinking
of tide
old snows melt
every mountain-side
last year’s leaves
smoke in every lane
there is no memory
here
Fourth poem in the series Five Ways with Edna St Vincent Millay
Labels:
condensation,
Edna St. Vincent Millay,
erasure,
redaction
Thursday, November 24, 2016
Sunday, November 20, 2016
Magdalena Ball #6: Dirge Without Music (Revisited)
Dirge Without Music (Revisited)
After Edna St. Vincent Millay
I am not resigned to
hard ground
beyond memory or record
into the darkness
wise, lovely
lilies and laurels
I am not
the earth
resigned to darkness
dull, indiscriminate dust
what you felt, you knew
a formula a phrase
lost
the honest look
your eyes
feed the roses
fragrant blossom
indiscriminate dust
do not approve
into the darkness
gently, quietly
I know
lilies and laurels
am not
resigned.
(might be part 2 of an Edna series - tentatively: “Five ways with Edna St. Vincent Millay")
After Edna St. Vincent Millay
I am not resigned to
hard ground
beyond memory or record
into the darkness
wise, lovely
lilies and laurels
I am not
the earth
resigned to darkness
dull, indiscriminate dust
what you felt, you knew
a formula a phrase
lost
the honest look
your eyes
feed the roses
fragrant blossom
indiscriminate dust
do not approve
into the darkness
gently, quietly
I know
lilies and laurels
am not
resigned.
(might be part 2 of an Edna series - tentatively: “Five ways with Edna St. Vincent Millay")
Labels:
Edna St. Vincent Millay,
erasure,
redaction,
remix
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