Davide Trame

New Corners

Your young dog makes you enter this new near maze,
the world’s lines along walls and floors,
the near winding tracks and synapses of your earth’s mind,
the trailing fringes wires papers leaves
like the unnoticed infinite brushing scraps of your thought,
the dog’s avid dashes into the grit of the street,
the miles of night with mosquitoes, midgets, moths,
and the sudden shuffle of nothingness
that is a colour touching your elbow from behind,
and nose, pins of teeth, tongue searching
into the cracks and folds of the universe
and the cloths of silence on your skin
folding and unfolding on the unknown
back of your thighs neck spine
and getting to the rough sea of today
in whose roar your young dog falls asleep
after the skirmishes with ghosts, gods and grass of the road,
now on the billows all the new corners lie unrolled
and by your side the quick gallop of a breath
sticks to the chinks and cheeks and arteries of the stones
and the salty gaze of the air’s eaves.

Sea Calm

You sit on the terrace,
the sun is aslant, it seems
a long time since it left the zenith,
the slow sea roar makes it all
stretch quiet and large.
You catch a bit of this
distended mood, a low wave
takes all its time to arrive,
the other is far behind,
the children on the strand
play jump cry, their voices
carried into sunny distances,
it could already be another age,
the unfathomable now,
that knows no limits in leaning
backwards and forwards.

Tim Wells

Tierra del Fuego

So I’m sat
watching ‘The Bill’
with a hot flannel
pressed to the back of my neck.
‘Guinness?’ My Latina girlfriend asks.
(Actually it’s ‘Quien es?’
but I’ve always rounded it up
to something that makes sense)
‘Guinness?’
A boil, I carp.
‘Does it hurt?
Oh, it’s all your badness coming out.’
No, boils erupt.
I tend to seethe.
‘Si, a most un-English complaint’
she laughs.

Stephen Willey

Remains:

I never saw the sparrow flock
Shed fast their scar frost footprints
Or saw the smoke that tumours sky
Choke snow in Paris markets,

I just awoke to catch the trees
Stripped, absurdly sad, bird-less
Bare, silent crypts or silent in
The strewn littered Cadet air

I never saw the Sacr� Coeur
Cold with rime in morning sun
The clattered rust funicular
Crawl to make its aching run

And Montmatre never looked so old,
When I never saw artists
Paint, but met their slow scarlet oil
On cobbled streets wet with piss

And rain from slate - I never saw
Torn newspapers thrown yet saw
How black words mar the wanting snow
Regret-full in memory

These mock relics recall you so,
In winter where sparrows flock
To line the river Seine like trees
Alone can wait, sure in spring

When, I stay sure, I never saw
That you, I would never see,
Yet still regard you, all the same;
Or at least the painful print
Of you; still, print at least remains:

The Kursk

(Said to have sunk in the Barents: 14th August 2000)

Grave throats, and eyes that lie like sleep, which thread
A still knifed sea; have knelt in nights that spoke,
Breath quiet prayers to the depth quiet dead.

Yet from griefs light restrain, past tongues that read,
Of sailors, politics and the dead, soak
Grave throats, and eyes that lie like sleep, which thread

Their dark rust yearn for diplomacy bled
Dry of words, while the sea spread surf and broke
Breath quiet prayers to the depth quiet dead

Who tread to where this lack of language led
Their flood-choked faces locked firm, hands on smoke
Grave throats, and eyes that lie like sleep, which thread

Cold official statements too old and red
(A shade of rust and love) that lied to yoke
Breath quiet prayers to the depth quiet dead

For loves scorched words still soared from bed to bed
To slice cross mirrored sea, but not one woke
Grave throats, and eyes that lie like sleep, which thread
Breath quiet prayers to the depth quiet dead.

Four Connections

�Even in the simplest story there is bound to be some kind of blockage, if only for the fact that no tale can be told in its entirety. Indeed, it is only through inevitable omissions that a story will gain its dynamism. Thus whenever the flow is interrupted and we are led off in unexpected directions, the opportunity is given to us to bring into play our own faculty for establishing connections � for filling in the gaps left by the text itself.�

(Iser, The reading process: a phenomenological approach)

1.
Not Walking

We scuffed our heals along the shingle shore
While the metal-silk of sea slowly sank
And rose, the seagulls sure, high circle soar
To give coarse caws to skies too strongly blank

But silence softly held my hand to yours
When soon we made our way across the bay
Rock-pool skeletal crabs scuttled to grey
While dusk skies sigh, and dying breath day draws

Its languid shadow on lethargic air

Alone I sit each day to watch the sun
Watch its tawny-ochre brilliance linger
On open oil sick ocean vastly bare
All at once aware, gaps in everyone
Chills between each empty aching finger.

2.
Childhood Museums

Still no cost to see a sallow sea bird,
Or Chelmsford�s sepia frost fraught factories
Glass apiaries or fogged skies slightly shirred
Where watery women eat on Essex quays

Their dusk dresses now hung, must dimly drop
Silk-sore threads spread flat like tread fallow fells.
We smiled once, in this silent attic stop
To watch a dress dance to times hollow bells.

But now when I touch my stark carcass skin
I think perhaps I�m that dress sorely sown
Or the sea bird in his lacquered coffin
A cracked black artefact squawking alone

Eyes straining to see past times white salt glair
Youth�s first false flower lying, cruelly bare.

3.
The Innovator

Ship masts cut grates out a low flaxen sun
While the hot Tilbury docks stood taciturn
Sullen shadows fell like some guilt soiled gun
Mottled on scattered, too dark to discern

Faces. Still the hint of his furrowed hand
Meant kindness, as we walked the wax-wood deck
Of the cable ship, to see an unmanned
Scarab suspended yellow on the stern.

I imagined its plunge, its metal neck
Connecting cable, the electric yearn
Of lithe veiled light below lead-linen sea
Churning men free, not mute like shackled slaves
But tall sails waltzing sporadically;
Clear glass cobalt crests; endless sunlit waves.

4.
Time

Future reigns as much as past
More if you are asking me
The chance to make your mark at last
Until the freshet takes you fast
Whole into the boundless bounding sea.

The Virtues Of Sitting

As I sat listening to the sound of a low grey wind
With another train grumbling somewhere far away
And I guess for someone going round out of sight.

I imagined how I might walk today to sit and eat
Slowly cutting with a knife,
Chewing like thought the food.

So not like the train grabbing hungrily at track
So not the slick swallow sucking an earthy worm
Gliding swiftly down the turn of its dark throat.

But, like the barred up generator, a background hum
Singing its endless love sick slur to no one,
But you.

And so I will chew. In silence thinking of you

Staring at a dull plate of greasy mayonnaise
Perhaps tracing with a fork an outline of a sun
Each chip now placed, a flare sparking its fire
Out to the universe, the rim of the plate.

Sleeper Cells: In Progress

Sleep Sells
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Night erodes off the paragraphed lip,
The neon rupture inter solar kiss
Diffuses separation: and hair fracture
Concrete, is a brittle canyons city dip

Encroached on wedged up neuron flesh lids,
And through a certain perspective, readings
Are orgasm-synapse: sleeping; a protest cloaked
For some bodies of stillness occlude inactivity.

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40 years on: Written from photographic set 1

(Culture is Techno-culture: Body space is Language Space:
Geographical perspective 1)

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Eugeroic sleep suppressing drugs such as Modafinil and CX717, originally developed to treat narcolepsy and sleep apnoea, have been advanced to the point of commercial viability.

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Enveloped bed in dark encased
Architecture, sleepers enclosed
Sleep down delta, olive inside
Musk-dank

Low under, long slung copper
Squats, roof covered, and ragged
Flesh chains can be veiled up
Breath slabs.

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The development of these biological technologies was hastened by corporations invested in developing an ever awake and available workforce, as well as, these same corporations, standing to gain by nourishing the ever-famished, never-fatigued, trans-national consuming market.

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Our livid pipes are dopamine hot
Drip, damp cotton skin rot
And drained grates, in cramped

Upright light shafts, angular on
Crimped stabbed black-strip horizon
Expressed in slow-wave corporal
Locals: Those particulars of practice.

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These well advertised, over the counter packaged drugs, follow in the tradition of road-network, wood-pylon, and modem-hiss, they effectively allow the user to pharmacologically and technologically turn off sleep. Memory disappears as working/waking/life cycles become longer: Ever more technological interventions and machines are needed in order to support and record our burgeoning memories and manage our swelling social functions. The out of the office era is officially over.

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Histories angle of incidence
Is a total internal reflection
The pervasive pulse of fibre
Optic, intestinal duct space

And light is an awkward
Substance to tap
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Oriel Winslow

Whole w(hole) hole (w)hole

Whole w(hole) hole (w)hole all different same I wonder

I believe in hole whole
death

struggling is death
I refuse
I refuse to ignore the sufferinghereandnowIrefuseyousayeatsshootspoetrymeansuneditediwilleditiwillgotoworkbecause
The two cannot

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Time and I tell you to stop
will
not

Believe I want to write in sentences

But life�s not that

Doesn�t need to be there

Return
Turn
Would it not be easier to give up
And I will write this in a form you have seen before
And I will write this in a form you understand because I need you to understand

You will never
Special

You don�t forget the sensation of forbidden hands entering
I
will
not

ignore

the body

I will not punish

PRIVATE adjfrom
They had private reasons confidential ; either of two
Cret a private conversation

Not for general or public use
PUBIC
of or relating from each side a private original
of or provided by a private pubic hair rather than by the state
PUBIS
original wing
individual special hipbone the telephone no public ened from man

PUBLIC (of a place) whole open to all
Of the lowest rank into the ancient
In private openly in secret public original

Of the uni to one individual public figure unusually prenominal that pense of serving or use of a community

To deprive library openacknowledged

Privately go public

Look at my space

a c c e t
x c p c e
t t x c e p
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a t e c x a c p e e cp p
p t c e e

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one day this will be a book now

Reader exist (an invitation to complete a fragment)
Act exist (and return to any address you can find)

I will write despite you
I will write to spite you

This silence
Is and again

S P
C

A
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OPEN OR NOT FEELINGS EXIST
BOUND BY BOUND

Belong
Open
Unused
No
Derrelict Being
Act Or
Respond Undone
You Noise deworroB
Day ylnO
Anger nU
Red reveN
Yes ecnaD
niagA
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troooooY

Was I drawn to this book for the cover?

Children screaming don�t
Disturb I revisit in my dreams
I can revisit in my writing
When I was two:
My sister died
My father left

My mother fell appart
You can fill the gaps
INVENT ME

FIND A FRAGMENT and add to it, return it to any address you can find

Silence
Lonely
Empty COMES SOWLY
Eternity
Peace

If I write you a life will you fill in the balnks

Of domestic cat
PERSONAL established by lar personal pects of a person�s life:
Personal overthrown
Prenominal relating to a person�s body its century

At it�s perance by personal hygiene
Belonging to son�s in person and no one else :
An offensive

Undertaken by having the celebrity refering personal

Son�s individual personality person personal remarks money etc.

Having the attributes of a cup
Person: law of or shutters

Personal column used in war

Only in

C
H
O A can I find
Stillness

Can I
I:you boundary

Order wing
Read both
Come up with structure

I wil write in a form torn
I will write

LIVE Internest WING
HOW

Does it matter if I start a clean page?

Private post-traumatic stress disorder prefix

Association in Britain African abreviation for propriety

A private conversation
Not for general or public use secreted in a private bathroom provided by privcate individuals : a major god the saliva of man and other animals

ORIGIN
Organisation rather than by the state privatized saliva individual spacial into or return to having a destiny of mobile holes in excess of that privatisation

Resulting
From
The
Movement
Of
Holes

(of a place retired not overlooked from privet, from any dark green blackberries in private)

and? One or to more public rooms often also providing visit that does not transfer their drinking to the period

when the sex glands called where
does
peace
come
from

I don�t need to explain the piece unneccessary I don�t hold answers internally externally I am a living breathing

AnnaEllieLivIanLouSabhaIan
and
if
he�s
not
there

Love
Love ove over
oven ver
ovens

if I believed we would all be fine
I can work with this

Denile is not someone else in the room a river in egypt

fee
free male
mail letters eons ago

Anxiety can�t sleep

Wrtiting what will everyone else be wearing

Cigarrettes run out writing is impossibel I don�t have to tell you that�s not true

Someone else

Anxious anxious anal
Male
Male?
NO

Woman this is intellectual
f a p

r l t
c a
u y

r e

marks on a page

silnge silence lives

I want a boyfriend someone to hold me and kiss me someone who fulfils the mother role as well to make look what you�re doing now its not you I smell so good we could get a it�s fur to kiss her touch her about this do you realise we don�t keep with artifice please write yourself and send it toany address you cqn find

Lists : range

2am fuck you god I�m end fuck you people who are suppose to care and don�t reading p is about reading emtions deal with it language men amotions ok

poetry account of takes
is
not it

into unless
all
this

I love you I want to say that

I love you I want to say that

Silent because of what not to say, what cannot be said

Cigarette in one hand this is my space
this tiny space
I�m not going to try
And say

This is my survival
This is my spiral
You can�t tell

And then and then and then and the and the and the and th

My
Other
Then
Her
Ego
Returns

Fuck you

Returned from the pub
Pissed egos bounce
Pissed egos prevail

Quality street where rich people live
The other waiting wanting the other
Will Kristeva for ever

And wondering how to deal with this lack
EMPTY BECAUSE EMPTY

Love story him appropriates personality persistently yes
Him Appropriates Personality Persistently Yes life not simple lonely I fear egos always taken when I run out of words projecting onto this as if I could fit others

model
mode mod
one leaves me empty I will cross this out

this lack inviting you to extend a fragment and return it to any address you can find

I should be working
Through

Should

shhhhhh

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Identification
I did find friction tion tion
tion

Power danger power
Powerd anger power
Powered ang erpower

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