SERVED IN A MUG
you know my life
machines the arcades
oxeye daisies
tripping himself he falls
onto his broken hand
time passes
I carry on looking up
into the sky
Murdoch Priestly and Watt
coated in gilded bronze
I’ve got a feeling
we aren’t going to get
a fee for this job
she turns back smiling
and gives me a wave
it’s a funny thing
the half moon
scrolling Baburnama
she tells me with confidence
that tulips are from Turkey
a pint of bitter
in a straight glass
embedded assumptions
encoded in expecting
this seamless conformity
sunshine and showers
we’re going to take this
to the next level
Freya makes atmospheric
changes to the lighting
you’re a big man
in bad shape
behave yourself
quadrophonic sound
and feet on pink underlay
chilled to the bone
we make love
in our ankle socks
I take the call during
my keynote lecture
I miss you
I fancy you
I wish I was touching you
Tracey has a gin
served in a mug
I’d almost forgotten
what your eyes looked like
piss holes in the snow
plaster flowers captured
in bright sunlight
machines the arcades
oxeye daisies
tripping himself he falls
onto his broken hand
time passes
I carry on looking up
into the sky
Murdoch Priestly and Watt
coated in gilded bronze
I’ve got a feeling
we aren’t going to get
a fee for this job
she turns back smiling
and gives me a wave
it’s a funny thing
the half moon
scrolling Baburnama
she tells me with confidence
that tulips are from Turkey
a pint of bitter
in a straight glass
embedded assumptions
encoded in expecting
this seamless conformity
sunshine and showers
we’re going to take this
to the next level
Freya makes atmospheric
changes to the lighting
you’re a big man
in bad shape
behave yourself
quadrophonic sound
and feet on pink underlay
chilled to the bone
we make love
in our ankle socks
I take the call during
my keynote lecture
I miss you
I fancy you
I wish I was touching you
Tracey has a gin
served in a mug
I’d almost forgotten
what your eyes looked like
piss holes in the snow
plaster flowers captured
in bright sunlight
Gavin Wade and Paul Conneally
March 2019
‘Served In A Mug’ is a collaborative poem written originally as a series of tantwenga poems (tanrenga written via Twitter) presented here in a renga like format to be read aloud by two voices or in your head in two voices.
It ‘links and shifts’ to and from and includes direct quotes from the script of the British movie ‘Get Carter’ by Mike Hodges.
It is an intertextual intercranial collaborative poem rooted in the practice of renga poetry. The poem comes out of the ongoing Bred Pudding Collective’s work ‘Man From The North’ an original film script intended to move to film that in some ways mirrors ‘Get Carter’ in reverse written by the BPC’s Russ Ralph.
March 2019
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Notes ‘Served In A Mug’ is a collaborative poem written originally as a series of tantwenga poems (tanrenga written via Twitter) presented here in a renga like format to be read aloud by two voices or in your head in two voices.
It ‘links and shifts’ to and from and includes direct quotes from the script of the British movie ‘Get Carter’ by Mike Hodges.
It is an intertextual intercranial collaborative poem rooted in the practice of renga poetry. The poem comes out of the ongoing Bred Pudding Collective’s work ‘Man From The North’ an original film script intended to move to film that in some ways mirrors ‘Get Carter’ in reverse written by the BPC’s Russ Ralph.
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