he borders
on tending
where someone
moves to mothers
down voluptuous walked sunways

the flowers like babies
shine by the street
in polished
grass

he thinks chrome

damp shine of green patch
on time for people summers
when children laughed heat
and
played on porches
in hollered doors
of a new
friendly closeness

each bike’s greetings with
revolving knees graceful
in ease

he’d Kool-Aid tomorrow
knelt from a world
surely
in a box
of comfort

Playing around, and learning. Click the following link to open in a new window and my concrete poem opens up as an animated poem [GIF]:

https://giphy.com/embed/1BGgWqC8AS4pe7d59h

Another of my found prose poems at Stride here today. Two more over next two days.

Always pleased to be at Stride in the company of other writers I always enjoy reading. Thank you Rupert.

I use a range of random word generator [and similar] sites to experiment with creating found/visual/cut-up/concrete poetry. My previous ‘Farage’ poem used a cut-up one; these following four used a text collage one:

I have no idea how ultimately random these outcomes can/would be. I wouldn’t have the time to keep testing, nor the desire. Unlike a random word generator, these are produced as completed collages [you cannot go in and manipulate your acquired text, though whether you would anyway is always that individual choice: I usually do].

What I do like about these even as finite pieces is their absolute production outside of my control. What is also interesting in these 4 [of 5] is how the first two are diametrically opposed to one another, and the second two are mirrors, the latter more expansive.

Out of further interest, the 3rd text collage was an expanded repeat of the second above ‘disappointment’ and too depressing to include as a choice [to my thinking – so one more intervention I could make].

The site for the above creations is Language is a Virus here. Recommended.

We do as a general public seem largely accepting of Tory PR shenanigans and Theresa May ‘strong and stable-esque’ mantras that seek to polish the turdanisms of fundamental Conservative policy and action.

May is currently on a mantra-quest about her Brexit deal spiel, especially in television interviews, pounding out the nonsense of ‘delivering’ the British public’s wishes, and no TV commentator I have seen truly challenges the extremely weak premise of that assertion; and twisted Tories are currently posing for and posting pictures of themselves supporting food banks, like Dominic Raab with his tweeted comment ‘for families in our community, who are struggling at this time of year’ [my italics] where the appalling caveat of it being a seasonal misery is intentionally deceptive and therefore blatantly dismissive of food banks’ necessary persistent presence.

Tory Claire Perry presented this kind of hypocrisy back in April 2017, and all I can do is offer a satirical caption that cannot fully reflect the sickening irony of Tory action, both in appearing to care and in representing an ideology responsible for 2008 and the pervasive misery that has followed ever since for the poor and vulnerable,

Pleased to have a full version of my IS IS M  SING poem in this zine, a physical copy publishing innovative work in found, cut-up, visual, concrete and other poetry. Thank you Julius.

Get it here.

Pleased with the presentation of these visual and concrete poems, 40 pages self-produced.

Most of the collected work is already posted on this site.