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"The man is a cheshire cat: all smile and no substance. At least he disappears every now and then."



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Alright, not a Random Poetry Post, but a Random PLAY Post.

Or, in this case, a radio script called Badger by Owl-light by Edward Boyd, a Scottish playwright. I forgive him his birthplace on the basis that his writings are incredible.

You can find the text of the script in 5 parts at [link]

Here is a sample:
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Music: The andante from Walter Leigh's concertino for harpsichord and strings. Fade music. Cue narration

TALION : I salute the number of people
I have been;
all my dead selves
in the graves they never had,
long gone and no laments
for the flowers that never knew
a forest.

Music again briefly

TALION : The car quiet,
the radio silenced,
dead the colonial sound
of the black man's music
transmuted to white noise.
Beyond the headlights
a vast, black hole,
rehearsing the day
when it would finally swallow up
everything.

Music again briefly

TALION : Round a slow corner and there,
explosive,
coned in the lights,
the Number One Growth Industry
of the twentieth century -
violence.

Immediately on cue, the screech of brakes. A car door opens, then slams closed. the sound of running feet, a perspective shift as Talion approaches the scene of the violence. A welter of indistinguishable sound. Talion's voice cracks into it.

TALION : Hold it right there!

An abrupt silence. A short pause. Then a sullen voice.

VOICE : This is none of your
business.

TALION : Four to one. I don't like
the odds.

A very slight pause. Then another VOICE, youngish, truculent but not entirely sure of itself.

VOICE TWO : That's not a real gun.

TALION : Like to back your judgement?
It will only cost you a kneecap
if you're wrong.
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There's a couple of typos in the transcript here and there but you'll be able to figure it out.
It is worth a read, as is the script of a TV episode he wrote called 'A slight case of Absalom' for a series called 'The view from Daniel Pike'.

I have also been on a reading binge and have decided to forgive ee cummings for his grasshopper abomination based on the fact he could actually write when not being a smartarse.

But seriously, the grasshopper poem still annoys me to no end.

Other than that, you can find me pimping groups on my front page now.
I have joined the 21st century and started using these new-fangled 'widgets' you hip tech-savvy folks seem to adore so much.

Keep well and keep writing.

Benedictions!

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SOUNDZINE

Visit ~Soundzine - Peruse the archives. Get a microphone and submit something. Don't let fear get in the way of trying something new!

Here, allow me to [link] you to the Soundzine webpage.






These are the poems of mine that I still enjoy reading, in roughly descending value.



A Memory for an Old Friend

Eulogy

Memorial under Streetlights

Well Acquainted

Winter

Blue

Alive

Shades of Sleep

Mantra

A Blank Page

Tales in Read

Cold Comfort

Standing In Dust

Half a Glass

Tapestries





[link] - this journal of mine is an example of what a year of utilising DA's literary resources can potentially do for you. Have a look. This is also a good 'before and after' example of my works.

Prepare to laugh. A lot. I can also promise cringing.

Benedictions!