Now I am going to tell you a poem. This will be part of a series of alphabetically themed writings. Imagine neo-hippy illustrations in magic marker day glow pink, green, orange. These are not good or proper poems, for that you need to access Barry’s work - but I claim the title of poems for mine, though without any rules…
Linda
Loves London life, lives locally
Longingly leers, lazily lolls
Linda learns Latin, Liberian, Luxemborgian
Leaving Liverpool, latently, loftily
Langourously loitering in Lime Stret
Lasciviously licking lollipop, lovely cocks
Lunatic Lind lisps limericks
Luscious lips large lugholes lopsided leer
She levels looks laserlike
Loudly sings - la la la lolalalo - LaraineLaraine
Lovely lovely lady
Lettuce liver leeks lobster linguine loverly
Linda licks - lick lick lick
Locks legs, limbs, lurches
Lands loudly
Levelled
Lord, lawdie lawdie lawdie
She’s liquidly, lightly levitating
Listless, Linda lacks lustre
Leans lazily low -long stretching leonine
Lush-haired lulu of your dreams
Trala (loud goodbye and bow to the audience)
You see how nonsense rule. I write with my eyes closed. Adios.
Next time - California there I went (what I did on my holidays) or did you know that Silicone Valley is really really weird? Plus I am sad because although selected for the second stage of the Moores Biennale I did not get into show…….. boohoo. (Boast and moan simultaneously)
August 2nd, 2004 | Residents, General, Reading Room, Diana Henebury
4 comments
I missed Diana’s reading of this at a recent 8modern meeting. But as I read it today I could imageine the tears of mirth described to me afterwards. Great stuff Diana.
Comment by Caroline
Tue 03 August, 2004
@ 9:51 am
Yes. That’ll teach you to leave meetings early!
Comment by raof
Tue 03 August, 2004
@ 11:40 am
You are indeed, our very own Pam Ayres ; )
xx
Comment by Mat
Tue 03 August, 2004
@ 9:12 pm
Hi
My name is Linda
I live North of London
Some say in the sticks
I say - with a smile on my face
No, no, no, no, no
It’s on the border - Beds and Herts
You know the place, it begins with Hen…
I had two of them
Two old birds called - would you believe
Cher and Maureen
Never again will I name my Hens after
Two old birds
For they saw trouble
One with maggots and the other with a fox
It was hard to explain
The outcome was clouded
Was it Cher the hen or Cher the old bird
Did Maureen fall foul to maggots?
The place is Henlow
Linda lives
…..just outside London
Comment by Linda
Wed 19 January, 2005
@ 4:05 pm