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When Siouxsie played Brighton

“… what thou gorgeous wearest, which scarcely keeps thee warm.”

Wm. Shakespeare, King Lear, 2.iv.

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Jennifer by Andrew Ratcliffe

‘Jennifer’ by Andrew Ratcliffe

When Siouxsie played Brighton we
cottaged by the sea, you, me, a bunch
in a transit the colour of dubious day
an hour before light; with one broken

drumstick you played a kind of Roma
music on the guard of an old lecky fire
and I kissed every line of your scowl
and you let me, you let me; we slept

side by side, our shoulders cold out
of our sleeping bags, so we could
wake with our fingers knitted, right
hand to left; you stayed, as guard to

a derry, keeping it for homeless folk;
it rained before I left, I wore nothing to
be dry, shivered in the train, de-Edened,
but believing that two moons, you, me,

could only collide again, and soon, by
the demands of gravity, by its laws;
never; that’s a hard word, but I guess
I’ve grown up, and grown up with it.

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full-moon-icon-hi©Marie Marshall

Head of an Idealist (for Ken Currie)

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©Marie Marshall.
Back in 2010 (was it really that long ago?) I ran an experimental poetry project I called Lithopoesis. The concept was based on the idea of ancient stele, stone tablets crammed with text. I started to produce oblong texts in which ideas, images, and words circulated. The Lithopoesis project is still on line here, so please feel free to explore it. One of the first lithopoemai was the one reproduced on this page. It was inspired by, and written to compliment, the painting of the same name by Scottish artist Ken Currie. In a way, the Lithopoesis experiment had things in common with some of my more recent poetry. That’s one reason why I decided to post a reprise of it here. The other reason was that someone sent me a postcard from the National Portrait Gallery in Edinburgh, of Ken Currie’s ‘Three Oncologists’, and that jogged my memory. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy today’s presentation. Sorry I have nothing new for you.

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jupiter©Marie Marshall

Hiatus (‘The Quiet-running Computer’)

Quiet-running computer

‘The Quiet-running Computer’, ©Marie Marshall, 2018

I am giving you a blessed respite from my dreadful, tedious poetry. I need a rest. I may be back some time soon, maybe with more of my ‘Two hundred and seven words’ series, maybe with something different. But don’t hold your breath – I set aside novel-writing, and more than two years have gone by since then! As a (temporary, possibly) parting gift, here is a piece of my “impact art” entitled ‘The Quiet-running Computer’.

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It’s nothing to do with him

It's nothing to do with him

©Marie Marshall. A crazybutterflies production.

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desert poem 22

desert poem 22 too

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colour field 1

colour field 1

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Maybe I should just go out and commit one – that should balance things up.

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image trouvée

I guess so…

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A dem⦁n’s diary 72

© Marie Marshall

© Marie Marshall

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