Poem of the Day

November 27, 2012 § Leave a comment

Valentine

The things about you I appreciate
May seem indelicate:
I’d like to find you in the shower
And chase the soap for half an hour.
I’d like to have you in my power
And see your eyes dilate.
I’d like to have your back to scour
And other parts to lubricate.

Sometimes I feel it is my fate
To chase you screaming up a tower
Or make you cower
By asking you to differentiate
Nietzsche from Schopenhauer.
I’d like successfully to guess your weight
And win you at a fête.
I’d like to offer you a flower.

I like the hair upon your shoulders,
Falling like water over boulders.
I like the shoulders too: they are essential.
Your collar-bones have great potential
(I’d like your particulars in folders
Marked Confidential).

I like your cheeks, I like your nose,
I like the way your lips disclose
The neat arrangement of your teeth
(Half above and half beneath)
In rows.

I like your eyes, I like their fringes.
The way they focus on me gives me twinges.
Your upper arms drive me berserk.
I like the way your elbows work.
On hinges …

I like your wrists, I like your glands,
I like the fingers on your hands.
I’d like to teach them how to count,
And certain things we might exchange,
Something familiar for something strange.
I’d like to give you just the right amount
And get some change.

I like it when you tilt your cheek up.
I like the way you not and hold a teacup.
I like your legs when you unwind them.
Even in trousers I don’t mind them.
I like each softly-moulded kneecap.

I like the little crease behind them.
I’d always know, without a recap,
Where to find them.

I like the sculpture of your ears.
I like the way your profile disappears
Whenever you decide to turn and face me.
I’d like to cross two hemispheres
And have you chase me.
I’d like to smuggle you across frontiers
Or sail with you at night into Tangiers.
I’d like you to embrace me.

I’d like to see you ironing your skirt
And cancelling other dates.
I’d like to button up your shirt.
I like the way your chest inflates.
I’d like to soothe you when you’re hurt
Or frightened senseless by invertebrates.

I’d like you even if you were malign
And had a yen for sudden homicide.
I’d let you put insecticide
Into my wine.
I’d even like you if you were Bride
Of Frankenstein
Or something ghoulish out of Mamoulian’s
Jekyll and Hyde.
I’d even like you as my Julian
Or Norwich or Cathleen ni Houlihan.
How melodramatic
If you were something muttering in attics
Like Mrs Rochester or a student of Boolean
Mathematics.

You are the end of self-abuse.
You are the eternal feminine.
I’d like to find a good excuse
To call on you and find you in.
I’d like to put my hand beneath your chin,
And see you grin.
I’d like to taste your Charlotte Russe,
I’d like to feel my lips upon your skin
I’d like to make you reproduce.

I’d like you in my confidence.
I’d like to be your second look.
I’d like to let you try the French Defence
And mate you with my rook.
I’d like to be your preference
And hence
I’d like to be around when you unhook.
I’d like to be your only audience,
The final name in your appointment book,
Your future tense.

John Fuller
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Writing

November 26, 2012 § 2 Comments

It is brutal.

This process of selection and elimination…
I grasp and reject,
Cling to life-boats of letters
Fling others away furiously.

I carve meaning from the chaos
In my head.
Painstakingly the words mix with blood,
They are sharp sometimes.
Sometimes collateral damage is unavoidable.

They can be sculpted, too
Built-up, accumulated, shaped
With dusty, aching hands
The pen in a white-knuckled grip
An urge to create, to perfect a something,
To capture a beauty and rightness.

It is brutal.
It hurts.
It heals.

Nicole Best

I Like You

November 26, 2012 § Leave a comment

I like it when my hair tickles
Your beloved nose and chin,
When it flows in a black rough-and-tumble
Across a pillow wilderness
And quietly connects us.

I like it when our limbs, skin
On lovely skin, heat with proximity
“You’re making me hot!”
And as my foot shyly seeks contact,
It is met by yours.

I like to rest my head upon
Your reassuring arm,
Until numbness creeps up your
Beautiful fingers, like slow vines,
And your arm remains.

I like waking up at 3am,
Sprawled over you, entwined,
Heedless of ownership.
To feel your sweet breath on my skin
And watch dreams play on your closed eyelids.

I like you, and knowing
You are with me,
You are close,
You are vital,
You are all.

Nicole Best

Poem of the Day

November 26, 2012 § Leave a comment

Touch

You are already
asleep. I lower
myself in next to
you, my skin slightly
numb with the restraint
of habits, the patina of
self, the black frost
of outsideness, so that even

unclothed it is
a resilient chilly
hardness, a superficially
malleable, dead
rubbery texture.

You are a mound
of bedclothes, where the cat
in sleep braces
its paws against your
calf through the blankets,
and kneads each paw in turn.

Meanwhile and slowly
I feel a is it
my own warmth surfacing or
the ferment of your whole
body that in darkness beneath
the cover is stealing
bit by bit to break
down that chill.

You turn and
hold me tightly, do
you know who
I am or am I
your mother or
the nearest human being to
hold on to in a
dreamed pogrom.

What I, now loosened,
sink into is an old
big place, it is
there already, for
you are already
there, and the cat
got there before you, yet
it is hard to locate.
What is more, the place is
not found but seeps
from our touch in
continuous creation, dark
enclosing cocoon round
ourselves alone, dark
wide realm where we
walk with everyone.

Thom Gunn

Poem of the Day

November 24, 2012 § Leave a comment

Homecoming

Rain against the roof sounds like a slow tire
over gravel, as if a friend has come.
The train rumbles through the dark, and my body, tuned
to hear you cry before you cry, stirs.

The lamp floats in the window, the only window lit
at this late hour on the empty street.
Your hands unfurl as you fall asleep.

Small Clock of Needs, Law that I Abide,
the leaves gloss and shine. Like this we rock
and sink into the long night of our rocking.

BLAS FALCONER

Poem of the Day

November 22, 2012 § Leave a comment

I Said Yes I Meant No

People are compelled to be together good and bad.
You’ve agreed to shrimp with the geology couple.
If you like one 85% and the other 35%,
that’s not so bad.
You need to like one at least 70%
and like the other not less than 25%
otherwise it’s agonizing and pointless
like being crucified without religious significance.
Averages are misleading:
I like that couple 110% could mean
each is appreciated 55% which will not kill you
but neither will sleeping in your own urine.
One should like oneself between 60 and 80%.
Under 45%, one becomes an undertaking,
prone to eating disorders, public weeping,
useless for gift wrapping and relay races.
Over 85% means you are a self-involved bore
I don’t care about your Nobel Prize in positrons
or your dogsled victories.
Of course there is great variance throughout the day.
You may feel 0% upon first waking
but that is because you do not yet know you exist
which is why baby studies have been a bust.
Then as you venture forth to boil water,
you may feel a sudden surge to 90%,
Hey, I’m GOOD at boiling water!
which may be promptly counteracted by turning on your e-mail.
It is important not to let variance become too extreme,
a range of 40% is allowable,
beyond that it is as great storms upon drought-stricken land;
i.e., mudslides.
Sugar, retirement plans, impending jail time
all are influential factors.
Generally, most data has been gathered
regarding raising percentages,
the modern world it is argued is plentiful
with opportunities of negative effect.
The tanker splits and the shore birds turn black and lose their ability to float.
Sometimes a good scrub is all that’s needed.
A fresh shirt.
Shock therapy has never been fully discounted
and people have felt significant surges
from backpacking in remote and elevated areas,
a call home.
Yet the very same may backfire,
Thwamp, thwamp, the helicopter lowers the rescue crew,
the phone slammed down.
Each case is profoundly nuanced
like the lock systems of Holland.
Some, frankly, are beyond help,
but if you are a tall woman, wear shoes that make you look taller!
Candy corn, what kind of person doesn’t like candy corn?
Tell that 70/35% rock couple you cannot come,
you forgot your fencing lesson,
your cat had a puppy,
your tongue is green,
you are in fact dying.

DEAN YOUNG

Organic Machine Product Review

November 22, 2012 § 4 Comments

What a lucky girl I am – I go along to help my boyfriend with a shoot for his honours project, get to do cool make-up on beautiful ladies, and it turns out that one of the ladies makes organic beauty products! Megan was generous enough to provide a sample of one of her products, which can be used as an exfoliating scrub or a face mask!

A beautifully-presented little sample bottle.

Here’s what you need to know about this product:

  1. It is organic, raw and edible. Yes, it is edible – Megan encouraged me to have a taste when I applied it and I did. I’m sure that with honey, when I use it as a face mask, it will be scrumptious!
  2. R20 from every bottle sold goes to a kitty shelter. This is a great big A++ in my book!
  3. It is exfoliating, softening, cleansing, lightening, toning and moisturizing all in one package.

Here’s what’s in it:

  1. Almond flour, which is exfoliating, softening, cleansing, lightening, toning, moisturizing and packed full of vitamin E.
  2. Volcanic ash, which removes toxins and heavy metals, and replaces them with minerals. It contains 12 amino acids and 60 trace minerals.
  3. Baobab powder, which is a superfood rich in minerals and vitamin C.
  4. Cacao powder, which has almost 5 and a half times the antioxidants of goji berries.

When used to exfoliate, you use one teaspoon of this with water to make a paste and exfoliate your face in slow, circular motions following the contours of your muscles and avoiding the eye area. You can also extend it down the neck to the decolletage as it’s an area many of us neglect. It can be left on for a while but it’s not strictly necessary as the benefits will be felt regardless. When you are done, you just rinse it off with water and moisturize as usual, no toner needed.

I tried this out last night, and I must say, my skin felt incredible afterwards – soft, smooth and nourished. When mixed with water the smell reminded me a little of rich, damp earth after rain, and I couldn’t stop sniffing it!

When used as a face mask, you use three teaspoons of the product mixed with honey. Honey has a ton of benefits all by itself, and I’m certain that this will have an incredible effect on my skin – now I just need to get hold of some honey so that I can try this!

I am absolutely sold on this – I saw a big difference in my skin after one use, it’s organic and pretty and smells good, and it supports a kitty shelter! What’s not to like?

Megan has big plans about a personalising and recycling system as well, and I’ll update this post as she implements it. 🙂

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