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25 February 2010

Teatime at Everybody

The cake

which my mama burned
is what is more delicious
than the cake of the store
of the throat in the world.
Therefore, daily teatime enjoys
itself very much and it is!

Text on a Japanese cake wrapper, spotted 11 February 2010. The line arrangement is original – even prompting poetry in the comments under the original post on Submitted by Nathan Lechler.

18 February 2010

Hearing Is a Way

Hearing is a way
of touching at a distance
and the intimacy
of the first sense
is fused with sociability
whenever people
gather together
to hear something special.

Read in 'Soundscapes and Earwitnesses' by R Murray Schafer, in Hearing History: A Reader, p.9. Submitted by Kate Guthrie.

16 February 2010

A Certain Plant

I have written a monograph on a certain plant.
The plant lies before me;
I am just turning over a folded coloured plate.
A dried specimen of the plant,
as though from a herbarium,
is bound up with every copy.

From Freud's Interpretation of Dreams: 'Dream of a Botanical Monograph'. Submitted by Marika Rose.

10 February 2010

Careering path

Intend to work
analytically, confidently

an ambitious and self
motivating atmosphere,

which would lead to
overall development
of my personality,

thus serving
the esteemed organization
efficiently, ultimately

paving a path to
a long lasting
and rewarding relationship.

A 'career objective' in the C.V. of an applicant hoping to join my company this week. Submitted by Alan Mitchell.

09 February 2010

100 poems

Sex and dirty dishes by Marika is the 100th poem to be published on Verbatim.

Reaching 100 is a tiny milestone, but pleasing nevertheless. The blog is not quite a year old. Most gratifying of all, regardless of timescale, is the variety and quality of poetry sent in by friends and strangers.

Poems have been derived from ceilidh calls, Twitter, gravestones and fudge packets. They have been about murder, bras and emissions (warning – not the carbon kind). One even features a dead Pakistani. They have been submitted by commuters and academics, pinched from 6 year-olds or arrived secretly from anonymous members of the Parachute Regiment.

And for poetry pulled out of ordinary words, they have been remarkably, well, poetic. As well as the haiku and nonet, we have published a prose poem, plenty of free verse, and several verses that rhyme, albeit some hilariously contrived.

So thank you to everyone who has contributed, and to everyone who has enjoyed the poems so far and spread the word. I would love to publish another 100, so please continue to do exactly that: send in your poems from ordinary life, and tell at least one other person about the blog.

Noticing poetry in the ordinary words around us might seem like only a bit of fun. But I can't help thinking that the ability to call beauty out of the mundane is rather more significant than that.

Time will tell. For now let's enjoy another 100.


Sex and dirty dishes

Jana offers the following assessment:
You know, I wouldn't say you
doing the dishes for me
is better than sex...but it's close.

I laugh and laugh.
I understand, I say,
You know,
I bet if we called all your friends tonight
and asked them the question,
'Would you rather have sex
with your husband tonight
or have him wash the dishes?'
that 100% would say
'Wash the dishes.'

She agrees.

But I have a crazy idea.
Let's put this to the test! I say,
Let's call your friends and pose the question.

So Jana starts making calls.
Asking wife after wife the question:
If you could have sex with your husband tonight
or have him do the dishes
what would you choose?

The results rolled in.
Like election night.
And the verdict?

Do the dishes.

From the blog Experimental Theology. Submitted by Marika Rose. This is the 100th poem to be published on Verbatim!

04 February 2010

Burglary by Ruse and Escapade

I'm afraid my burning passion overrode my conscience
It may appear selfish, but I felt the books had been abandoned.
They were covered with dust and pigeon droppings,
and I felt no one consulted them anymore.
There was also the thrill of adventure –
I was very scared of being found out.

The words of Stanislas Gosse when convicted of 'burglary by ruse and escapade' for stealing ancient books from Mont Saint-Odile monastery. He climbed the walls at night and entered through a secret door in a cupboard. Submitted by Gabriel Smy.

01 February 2010

Tom Hobson

Tom Hobson suggested
you become
a fan of Tom Hobson.
Tom became
a fan of Tom Hobson
on Facebook
and suggested
you become a fan too.

The subject line and main text from an email I received from Facebook today. Name changed. Submitted by Gabriel Smy.