Plasticine Poetry always offers us a line up of excellent poets. This month was no exception. After a stirling set of open-stagers the first feature Nyla Matuk gave a set that opened with Don Draper’s ‘silk pocket square standing at attention’ and ended with ‘hyacinth like a limp handkerchief.’ Her works are tightly structured, filled with precise images (‘shark sharp waters rings Alcatraz’) and literary references (‘the hyacinth girl’). Language so layered one misses lines absorbing what one has just heard. Poetry that may work better on the page, where one can stop to mull and move on, but lovely to hear.
Next up was Lisa Young. Her work is loose, casual, emotionally compelling and funny ‘if you’re nice people think you’re stupid.’ Conversational phrases would be touched with poetic imagery ‘this is all there is … the taste of the new moon.’ A strong use of nature images ran through her pieces without losing sight of people in those landscapes. Loved ‘as if you keep your head low enough/you can avoid whatever comes.’
Anya Douglas started the second set. Her often untitled pieces were spare and precise ‘you stayed like snow/like tire tracks.’ I enjoyed her pieces about Russia – watching TV in a house that didn’t have plumbing – about her family’s early days in Canada. She has an emotionally direct way of talking about relationships ‘it’s not love I’m feeling/if it is/it’s not going to last.’
I’ve heard these three writers before and enjoy them more with each hearing.
Final feature was James Deahl. His history in the poetry scene is extensive. It was fun to hear his recollections of sharing an apartment with Milton Acorn. The pieces he presented were filled with nature – images (‘the wind like a silk scarf slips through the trees’) and the need to protect what we have . Loved: ‘the moon braves the razor of darkness.’ He presented tender pieces about his various wives with direct clear images that left me wanting more ‘her hands/ like water seeking their own level.’
Charlie Petch kept the show moving with patience, humour and glamour plus they are crazy for my ass, for some reason.
this is a new, and barely edited, response to a recent news story about eco-worship:
On Yer Bike
according to concerned parents
recycling is a tool of satan
to reuse repurpose is an insidious evil
that values nature more than the comfort of people
that to worry about the ecology puts jobs at risk
makes it hard for a god fearing catholic
to earn a proper living
to feel guilt free
when they discard their coffee cups
wherever they fucking want to
it’s a free world after all
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they don’t want their children’s minds
to be sullied with the need to not waste
our dwindling planetary resources
after all human survival is in God’s hands
let’s take it back from the lawmakers
who are out to protect minorities
whose dubious sexuality
is condemned by the scripture anyway
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anyone who recycles is not only a tool of satan
but an abomination unto the face of the Lord
only faggots carry travel mugs
only queers care about traffic signs
that impair the biblical right
to drive as fast as you want
get those devil bicycles off streets
after all it says in the bible
Jesus drove the money lenders from the temple
even if doesn’t mention the make
of the car he was driving
it doesn’t say
he told those money lenders to get on their bikes
to spare the air
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Jesus wants to save your soul
not the planet
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Feeling dozy until I read “On Yer Bike” (great title by the way). Being a rider myself. It speaks very well, edited or not and I can just hear you reading it. The pictures and captions are priceless. Absolutely priceless.