inspired by:
The New English Bible
The Theatre of Tennessee Williams
Andersons Fairy Tales
One day it rained very hard,
the burden of it was far to heavy for us to bear.
I am a follower of a new way, I sold
my beautiful diamonds with the harvest moon shining-
Yes, I noticed it.
Something still worse was coming:
She was getting delusions of grandeur,
playing with great bright colored butterflys;
The sky with all its stars was above them.
Time was when you were dead in your sins and wickedness,
the play is done!
When the time came he took his place at the table,
but where was it to be found?
He has no sense of humor.
Well, that boy is repulsive and
I didn’t get any better.
He was in the room where plaster casts of the deformed limbs
hang on the walls.
Try to be like him,
for all of us are parts of one body.
Come now let us be human!
Every tongue confess -” I know that when I am gone, savage wolves will come among you and will not spare the flock.”
After that speech was finished the old snails crept into their houses.
The tower room of the house on his birthday
gave a banquet.
There were also great forest glades.
Are the dancing girls asleep, or are they dead?
They were fairies.
A poetry exercise: take 3 or 4 preferable non-fiction books and page through randomly, writing down the first phrase that catches your eye. Stagger your search between your 3 or 4 books – first this one, then that, then that, then go through again. Write your phrases in a casual, irregular way in your notebook until you feel you have enough. Then choose with instinct which phrase goes where – this, that, this, that.
You will then have a poem.
CELLOPHANE 