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Inarticularity

Posted by Lisa D'Onofrio on 13 April 2005 at 13:50 in Poetry

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Inarticularity

The cat’s got my tongue
I gave it to her
It was giving me gip
Didn’t need it no more

Wrenched it plain out
With an oven glove and skewer
The hollow feels warm
Like some exotic liqueur

I’m feeling so peaceful,
A skinny–girl Buddha
The thoughts have closed down
Each breath is a prayer

Inarticularity 2

Words had failed me for too long. When they did come out they were frayed and worn, run down and faded. I met a woman in a park once, and she told me that this was the 2nd day in 6 years that she’d spoken. She said it was okay at first, got harder in the middle — then people just forgot about her, which was what she wanted, I guess. She was a broken woman, trying to mind her tongue, and instead she got to hold it for a while. She still looked a little crazy to me, but what did I know, shiksa from the suburbs that I am.
And down the line a little, now I get it. And even though the squeaking wheel gets all the grease, it doesn’t matter — like I need more grease. So I let all of them fly, and off they landed, to cause earth tremors in Guatemala.
In the beginning, my rib cage strained with the weight of all the things unsaid, but soon, and amazingly, speaking stopped being something I didn’t do and silence became something I did. I could hear the softness of my internal hum and that was enough. Maybe I’ll return to words, like the lady in the park. But maybe I’ll learn a new language and I’ll live as free as my tongue.

Lisa D'Onofrio

Poet's comment: Two poems inspired by Bronwen's piece, Broken. The first is more traditional, a black look at being silenced, with the narrator paradoxically taking control by giving up with communication. The second is an extension of the theme, using a similiar style to Basketcases 1 and 2. Bronwen's piece made me think about 'scratching' i.e. scratching the surface, which led to records and being recorded, which led to voice.

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Brekinupbrokendown

Posted by Bronwen Edwards on 2 December 2004 at 14:38 in Art

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Brekinupbrokendown, by Bronwen Edwards View image

For Lisa's poem: brekin/up/broken/down

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brekin/up/broken/down

Posted by Lisa D'Onofrio on 2 December 2004 at 10:59 in Poetry

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by Bronwen Edwards View image

rarelynowiimaginsomethinin
bedwithme,sumbeingthatlies
bymysideitswarmbellybeating
thrumystrainedskinchestbehind
thehollowofmine,foldinmeup
insoftsparrowwings
singingoverandoveritwont
happenagain.

Lisa D'Onofrio

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A breaking echo

Posted by Rupert Mallin on 27 November 2004 at 12:39 in Poetry

Tags: broken echo

I had a good friend once
a friend once

but he kept following me around
following me around

like an echo
an echo

so
so

I told him to his face
lovely face

Why do you keep following my words
following my words

like an echo
an echo

Look, if this doesn't stop
doesn't stop

we will be friends no more
friends evermore

It didn't stop
stop

so
so

I began following him around
following me around

following him around
following me around

like an echo
an echo

echo
echo

echo
echo

O
O

O
O

O
O
O

Rupert Mallin

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As good as

Posted by Rupert Mallin on 27 November 2004 at 12:38 in Poetry

Tags: broken

it was a week a

GO

that I broke

HER

Dalton tea p o

t

HAND

le

& I glued the p o

t

to
get
her

& now it is

as good as n e

w

as good as

Rupert Mallin

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Made up broken

Posted by Rupert Mallin on 27 November 2004 at 10:30 in Poetry

Tags: broken mum

if we row we qui
ckly make up & making
up is the best part of our relation
ship & our argu
ments are but preludes to making
up & sometimes we argue over no
thing just to make
up, though once we nearly did break
up because she broke an orna
mental vase – so we could arg
ue to make up – but I had a senti
mental attachment to the vase,
for it was a gift from my

MUM
MUM
MUM
MUM
MUM
MUM

yet I knew we would make
up & I keep all the frag
ments to remind my
self what true
love is:

a vase

Rupert Mallin

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Made up poem

Posted by Rupert Mallin on 27 November 2004 at 10:26 in Poetry

Tags: appearance broken

With brush, pencil and stick her poem makes an appearance:
a made up, out of bed, out of the shower, out there poem;
an eye–lined, lip lush, highlighted bright poem;
a 'go to work on a poem' kind of poem;
a made up poem.

With cream, tissue and water her poem makes an appearance:
an indoor, into the shower, into her bed poem;
a red–eyed, lip cracked, pasty poem;
a "real me" poem;
a broken poem.

Tossing, turning, sweating her poem makes an appearance:
the boat of her life is ever sinking
& family & friends always knew she had pulled the plug
& her favourite brush is matted with hair
& try as she does she can't pull this terrible poem
from its teeth, from her appearance, but...

With brush, pencil and stick her poem makes an appearance:
A made up, out of bed, out of the shower, out there poem;
an eye–lined, lip lush, highlighted bright poem;
a 'go to work on a poem' kind of poem;
A lady luck club loving poem;
A made up poem

Rupert Mallin

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