tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103416432011-04-21T11:45:53.749-07:00ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01555874599681278203noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10341643.post-1111617121893894902005-03-23T14:13:00.000-08:002005-03-23T14:32:01.893-08:00although wherever Brezhnev went after giving up<br />smoking he instructed his security guards to<br />smoke in his presence and his translator to<br />blow smoke in his face and the official car<br />filled with smoke that exited in billows when<br />the door was opened my father she said<br />his daughter that was was never a well man<br />and became addicted to almost anything<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10341643-111161712189389490?l=iandavidson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01555874599681278203noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10341643.post-1110141211049892962005-03-06T11:10:00.000-08:002005-03-06T12:36:39.243-08:00I got a reply from Scott Thurston who also set me a task. I've done that now but to get there you need to follow the comments on the comments for week 4.<br /><br />Robert Sheppard got in touch as well and asked me for something for his blog and I sent him an expanded version of my 'fifth week' poem. If he likes it this may appear on his blog at <a href="http://www.robertsheppard.blogspot.com/">http://www.robertsheppard.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br />Anyway, here's some more poetry from my current project. Comments welcome as always.<br /><br /><em>across the hills to the snow capped summit</em><br /><em>every building block</em><br /><em>the wiring an </em><br /><em>entanglement upon the surface of the beams</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>hair extended</em><br /><em>face lifted</em><br /><em>eyes peeled</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10341643-111014121104989296?l=iandavidson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01555874599681278203noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10341643.post-1108754763874091292005-02-18T11:25:00.000-08:002005-02-18T11:26:03.876-08:00take a break eat<br />take the third roundabout<br />and feeling as if only or impossible<br />desire imagined medinas cool air off<br />the atlas the geography of a new country<br />the trip was taking me out of myself and then<br />what was left? inserting the endless<br />possibilities from casual to smart<br />casual and exhausted I blew<br />myself out<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10341643-110875476387409129?l=iandavidson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01555874599681278203noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10341643.post-1108232091858550982005-02-12T10:08:00.000-08:002005-02-12T10:16:27.680-08:00The poetry below is part of a long sequence I'm writing about the body and emotion. Do comment by adding to the poem, deleting some of it, or in any way you choose.<br /><br /><em>this is a full body scan apt to discover the slightest<br />imperfection in excess body hair or a muscle out of place<br /><br />don’t do casual<br />don’t do glance<br /><br />It was only a branch line a further frame of reference another<br />addition to the sum of human contact or the careful phrasing of<br />language left out cell touching cell the prisoners of desire<br /><br />beneath the single sheet I was moved imperceptibly as if the<br />friction of hands across skin and all the inner mechanics</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10341643-110823209185855098?l=iandavidson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01555874599681278203noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10341643.post-1107466408774482642005-02-03T21:32:00.000-08:002005-02-03T13:33:28.773-08:00Welcome to my blog. I will publish some poetry on it every week, normally on a friday. <br /> <br />The poem is in italics. <br /> <br />If you want to contribute to the poem in any way then please do so.If you want to you can: <br />Give the poem a title or name. <br />Add to it. <br />Suggest deletions. <br />Re-write some or all of it. <br />Provide a link to somewhere else on the internet. <br />Make a comment. <br />Write a version of the poem or part of the poem in a language other than English. <br />Any of the above in a language other than English. <br /> <br /><em>there were no fit words <br /> <br />the words bounced back <br /> <br />unfit for use <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />when addressed I respond well whatever <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />I want to write about loss <br /> <br />as if through the grammar of glass <br /> <br />I want to write about this much <br /> </em> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10341643-110746640877448264?l=iandavidson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01555874599681278203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10341643.post-1106998198872814672005-01-29T11:29:00.000-08:002005-01-29T03:29:58.873-08:00Welcome to my blog. I will publish some poetry on it every week, normally on a friday. The poem is in italics. <br /> <br />If you want to contribute to the poem in any way then please do so.If you want to you can: <br /> <br />Give the poem a title or name. <br /> <br />Add to it. <br /> <br />Suggest deletions. <br /> <br />Re-write some or all of it. <br /> <br />Provide a link to somewhere else on the internet. <br /> <br />Make a comment. <br /> <br />Write a version of the poem or part of the poem in a language other than English. <br /> <br />Any of the above in a language other than English. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><em>Toe Nail <br /> <br />(close up of toe-nail) <br /> <br />organic marine matter <br /> <br />receding into the distance <br /> <br />pier end <br /> <br />(coming up all too fast) <br /> <br />pale sunlight <br /> <br />water fronting <br /> <br />pier ending <br /> <br />sun shining nigh <br /> <br />unto the end <br /> <br />pier pressure <br /> <br />everyone out – knocking down <br /> <br />these doors – drowning <br /></em> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10341643-110699819887281467?l=iandavidson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01555874599681278203noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10341643.post-1106999146574421022005-01-29T03:45:00.000-08:002005-01-29T03:45:46.576-08:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3249/640/collabpics%20032.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/3249/320/collabpics%20032.jpg'></a><br />toe nail&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10341643-110699914657442102?l=iandavidson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01555874599681278203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10341643.post-1106476620549128712005-01-23T10:36:00.000-08:002005-01-23T02:37:00.550-08:00Welcome to my blog. I will publish some poetry on it every week, normally on a friday. <br /> <br />The poem is in italics. If you want to contribute to the poem in any way then please do so.If you want to you can: <br /> <br />Give the poem a title or name. <br /> <br />Add to it. <br /> <br />Suggest deletions. <br /> <br />Re-write some or all of it. <br /> <br />Add a picture or graphics. <br /> <br />Provide a link to somewhere else on the internet. <br /> <br />Make a comment. <br /> <br />Write a version of the poem or part of the poem in a language other than English. <br /> <br />Any of the above in a language other than English. <br /> <br /> <br /><em>it was a hinge point one of those events where</em> <br /><em>the past began to close up on the future</em> <br /><em></em> <br /><em>it was a can of worms breaking out just</em> <br /><em>beneath the surface a cannot on every lip</em> <br /><em></em> <br /><em>we will or will do nothing I walked the streets</em> <br /><em>by day I travelled the elementary canal I trawled</em> <br /><em></em> <br /><em>the suds at the basin’s edge it was nothing to do with</em> <br /><em>rational it was every thing on legs that crawled or</em> <br /><em></em> <br /><em>human values like laughter or time and place</em> <br /><em>I could live anywhere or with any one seems like</em> <br /><em></em> <br /><em>I have extracted the meat from the bone</em> <br /><em>I have developed curvature of the upper back</em> <br /><em>I am wrapping myself in skin</em> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10341643-110647662054912871?l=iandavidson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01555874599681278203noreply@blogger.com5