I love hearing about the antics of raucous older people – those humans who have made it to their eighties, nineties and beyond. I met Klara last year in a queue at the Cadogan Hall when we were both waiting to buy £5 day tickets for a Proms chamber concert. This was her story.
What do you believe? I believe to see truth lived quietly and consistently is powerful. My father died like that. In trees we find tall truths deeper rooted than human folly. I believe in stakes that make us choose a path right, or left or denial. Denial comes back to haunt us in choice, again. I believe in money and class and opportunity because we pretend these things don’t matter. I must be Marxist. In part they do. At sunrise, I believe in God. Under stars, I breathe an awesome Universe. In front of a computer’s glare, as I click the news, I believe there is no benevolence, no God. What you sow, you reap. I like this as a concept. Also Qi. In the end, I believe I’m just little me. 9/12/12
A friend posed the question – and of course, I couldn’t resist fiddling some thoughts into poem.
Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys
Shining in Brightness
Grass grows to an unruly height.
It makes the lawn untidy.
Restore order, with its low rumble.
First it breaks a Saturday lie-in.
It leaves clippings to be swept up.
Give it a few weeks,
once more green blades will jiggle
their blue, sun applause.
Over a year ago I was asked for my advice on something. The question posed was, “Is it worth it?” At the time I wrote a poem about walking up a hill and eating prawns, but those four lines are lost amongst my usually well filed, carefully dated papers. I’ve pondered the question occasionally since and recently find it much on my mind. Here then is a freshly cut poem on the theme.
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Lento con agitato, for 10 minutes
to to to
tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow
After the stroke
Aunt Edie struggled with tomorrow
and words. We performed patience
with wrapped chrysanthemums
for twenty minutes
She lay tied up in tubes.
In much printed Western music, there are performance instructions in the top left-hand corner. These instructions guide character and tempo. The poem above adopts this idea.
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as told to me by Klara
Last week three
of my octogenarian friends dropped in.
Nobody drops in on me!
But they did: from Brighton, Cambridgeshire and Dorset.
So, where are we going out tonight?
asked my friend from Brighton.
I had no idea,
but we found pizza.
(I don’t know why I am so into it.
I had it out two nights last week.)
and stayed out late.
We drank too much
and waved our sticks about.