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Saskia Kurer Poem
Kissing in the Afternoon is a luxury reserved for those in relationships
Kissing in the Afternoon is a luxury reserved for those in relationships the kind of luxury that make you feel special as I sit trying not to regurgitate my lunch while looking at you on the bus.
Is this sudden sickness due to the swerving of the bus down this busy Manchester route or is this the pure and utter jealousy at seeing someone else receive this afternoon treat?
Well it would be if your boyfriend was remotely attractive
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Poetry inspired by the Frick Collection
• At nine o’clock ( Sewing by lamplight by Millet)
We sit in our campesino existence
Engaging in tasks that provide
Us with livelihood, with purpose,
But, what will you be doing?
No longer in need of the lamplight
We reunite in this belief in time
Which allows us to feel the separation
Of years, yet links us through the
Comprehension of the same concept
And to that end counts the minutes
Til the end and to the next
Moment of connection
At 15:59 I sit here ever captivated
By the wonder of what you glued do
Perpetually at nine o’clock
And he endless possibilities I could
Perform at the same hour
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A reference for every thought
Deconstruct all you think and find the link
To the last time you felt that way
Heard the words
Learned that fact
Disassemble the pieces of the things and
Actions you hold to be true
Find the place in the litany of your life
And note down the author, the theorist
The lover and map the route to the
Conurbation of storehouses and pyramids
Of belief and time
Track each thought, each breath, each moment
That constructed these towns of ideas
And live the informed like evaluating each
Placement
Fortify only the foundations of these that
Hold under such intense surveillance
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With most of my possible lovers
Strangely far away
The only means of testing
A little box with a blue line across the top
Or a web interface with which I get to see
Your face, only momentarily
Usually late at night or at other obscure and fleeting moments
Each of my invisible counterparts provide a temporary diversion
Or a momentary ego boost, and yet as that Rabbi’s wife told me
“You will never know, til you’re in their presence and that moment hits
Where you know that they could provide you with what you need,
In an actual time frame and you will know you can provide too, for them.
Rather than a semblance of reality providing a destiny complex and an
Intimacy only present on the screen of your MacBook”
“Just wait,” she said “ until life presents them to you and then you will be able to decide”
I nodded, sure she was correct.
However til then, yes I'm available to chat
Even when you all wish solely to discuss my frontward protuberances and occasionally my dreams and family situation… maybe I should just wait til that cheeky drink.
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When they love their children as much as they hate us the war will be over
Its doesn't matter which side your on
Whether your a viva viva palestina
Or an am yisrael chai
You know which side is evil, committed all
Wrongs, sometimes you meet people who
Extol the virtues of this treacherous,
Terrible oppressor /terrorist
With their shock and awe tactics and
Disregard for freedom or the right to life And the pursuit of happiness
And sometimes for a minute, particularly
When you talk to someone you think is
Intelligent it becomes harder to maintain the
View on this malignant party you tried hard
To campaign for and against and although
Peace (of mind) is all you want
All you could dream of
With this entity at the negotiating table
Independence is swapped for catastrophe And war
If you give them what they want you will
Have nothing except the need to a right of
Return to a better time
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Discussions with a deity
Let’s talk about G-d
Let’s talk about your connection with G-d
Let’s talk about Him/It and
How you converge here in
This public forum
In this place of G-dlyness
Let’s walk in to the holy of holies
And proclaim our worth
And right
Together
Here, holding hands
Let’s talk about kosher
Let’s talk about candles
Let’s talk about when you
Decided you would/wouldn’t
Eat with G-d’s thanks on your food
Prepare the table
Smell the spices
How the wandering and the diaspora
Grabbed your innate senses
And rebelled
Let’s catagorise prayer, practice
And life and judge ourselves
And each other as we walk precariously
On the path of the land
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