Tag: russell

Panic   A search for some trivial object in the midst of disordered furniture Seized upon just at that moment, giving birth to consternation   Repulsion from travelling delayed by this selection; Travelling light, splitting energy-wholes into petty onenesses –   At one with invisibility   Use the fuel of panic to build up heat in an overcrowded room Breath […]

In Transit   Unemployed’s tube journey: For those safe,  definable few minutes there is the duality Of oneself and the comfort of the seat – the circle; Seal; it chops perfectly, crossing the antilinear.   It induces connexity; the most complete awareness of the toil and monotony which went into making the tube, and the seat inside the train inside […]

Disintegration The bottom fell out And all things gathered, Reverted to their origins In skips, on pavements, Fell to casual hands. But at the pit Of all exhaustion, The bottom of grip’s loss Are seeds and roots Of restoration Which in throbbing cycles Breathe out on pine and belt. The bottom stood solid.    

With Respect to the Whale Oh, man – foul carnivore! Gorging beyond all need for sustenance, Gorging beyond even your body’s bounds! And is this a fixation on your prey, A lust for prey-communion? Willing your own, final annihilation By turning into quarry That great, that fine, that more than any beast; Sea-mammal – in its form a synthesis of […]

Action Paint Stripper   He did it: Bared around as a torn poster – Slashed in irrigation, blatant in life.   Squeezing out worms, slugs And snakes ablaze; All burst to flood Then blended underlay – A laminated rainbow.   His luminescence crossed exposure’s edge; Flesh writhed erogenous, Prime canvas scrubbed.   Paint frames contorted To every edge and corner, […]

Mid-Life   So much happened; So much didn’t – So nice to remember; So painful to recall   Now nothing is all, The power to recall Is an anaesthetic – Past strength Is pathetic.   In the middle, What’s kept still here What was and is gone, What never was – All levelled.   All comes to ground, abrades, That’s […]