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2019 29 Apr

A Poem of Joe Dunthorne

von: Lajla Nizinski Filed under: Blog | TB | 3 Comments


Afternoon meditation at the ecovillage


The focaliser’s eyes pace back and forth

behind their lids. He inhabits his mind.

My stairwell’s blocked with half-unpacked boxes.

One is labelled my version of events and rattles

when I shake it. I hear his throat creak

as the fifth dimension swings open.


What’s he doing up there? How long

since he took the batteries out of the wall clock?

There’s a knock at the tangible door.

Pottery’s got the room from six.

Lucky for me I never found the inner attic.

Our diesel Om evokes a refuse freighter


pushing clear of the dock and – like that –

I’m among the gulls following its hump of landfill.

I realise I am inside myself, circling my innards.

One of the gulls says: „Joe, our time is up.“

How true. My mind is alternately half empty,

half full at the sheer waste/dinner of it all.


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  1. Martina Weber:

    Amazing poem!

  2. Lajla:

    I discovered his collection of poetry ‚O Positive‘ in Blackwell’s Bookshop.Find it outstanding.

  3. Martina Weber:

    I already ordered it :)

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