- Non-Erotic Poetry
- New Wave
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Click herebank holiday and the roads are clear
cruising down Parkway
my mind in neutral, the car in fifth
this is how films begin
setting the scene
will our hero turn left instead of right
prompting a celluloid journey to unroll
before the grubby vistas of Sheffield
a stark social realism
pressed beneath steel grey skies
I return to eye the road's empty zoom
the unwinding of tarmac
cutting through the years of strife
the neglect scarred landscape
the inadequate new
the past is the past is the past
the angry young men will always be angry
the new wave were an unreal future
ce la vie monsieur Godard, Trufaut and Co
conjuring up in this backward place
an appropriate distortion
a lardy blur that sprints
headlong across the carriageway
into a scrub of bushes
is he an all night lover
escaping a husband's wrath
or a lunatic escaping the asylum
or is he a bank manager
who for the first time in years
heard the birds sing because of the lack of traffic
then shedding his bed covers
made an escape to the branches
to sing with the birds!
- COMMENTS
KOLKOREabout 16 years agoLife immitates art which immitates life; Ah! what a grat mindset to be in when sailing on a road. which part of which film could I be now?
twelveooneabout 16 years agominor nit, why are the skies steel grey? Do better, your mind was in neutral on that one. Ho, Ho, lardy blur, good one!!! Glad to see you got out of neutral.
ElmerGlewabout 16 years agoFirst of all, some corrections: "Truffaut" has two "f's" and the "ce la vie" puzzled me. My French is not good, but perhaps "c'est la vie"? Also, perhaps, "all-night". The ending exclamation point was strange, given no punctuation before. On the other hand, this is a muscular poem with interesting images. I especially liked "a lardy blur that sprints / headlong across the carriageway / into a scrub of bushes".
colddieselabout 16 years agoI didn't really get much beyond the second stanza which reminded me of the journey in the 70's from the south through Sheffield Midland onto the steel works at Rotherham Brightside (One of the most inappropriately named places). Your route a little more off the rails and interesting.
