Long Cinema Poems

Translation of Eric Mottram’s Courbet: Elegy 8 by T. Wignesan

Blanches oeuvres ouvertes
résident dans les jours
la surface du banc de travail est noire
les géraniums-lierres
les fougères et les adragans
accumulent leurs oeuvres et jours:
La toile noire de Courbet
un...

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Eric Mottram on the American literary and cultural scene during 1965-66 while he was the recipient of the American Learned Societies’ award for a year. (begun in the last post and to be continued)

January 2,...

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HEROES

Near somber guards, units of children heap 
dead leaves, naive to any else fallen.
Friend, you chuckle, but your posture speaks
of duty on this day of contradictions.

Firefighters bow heads in silent paean, 
while polished trucks stand...

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How the housefly gets attracted to organic decay
and an infant child traces the voice of its mother
are nothing compared to the intense attraction
Michelle and I possess on the guy owning not a strand of hair...

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In glamor-light of sunset
a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive
and revive a sepia sky-scene—
unworldly woolgatherers gather
spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns
of debutantes dancing with honeymoon hunger;
their dewy eyes blurred by the sawdust of stardust

pseudo-princess-pleasure-seekers
—drama daring...

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We, the generation of '50,
Time-travelers with stardust in our hair, with memories planted in pockets,
Rooted in decades embraced by change, souls adorned with the dawn of the post-war world.
We spun on the carousel of the...

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I was seven years old when began World War Two
And eleven became by the time it was through.
I have vague recollections of things when that small,
But events during wartime I clearly recall.

Since there was no...

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Rum had heard the rumour, “There’s a great new movie out.”
He asked around to find out what the plot might be about
It’s a tale of dogs so naughty, folk won’t go outdoors
Twas Ronnie Rat that...

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I feel most free when  

Authoring the email and just press ‘send’  

Letting go  

From someone I left in the snow  

A partner ever so cold  

Decided this relationship hand...

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              The Night Soil Man

			I

		Nothing sticks to-get-her like turds
             ...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXXVI

IF ever I had a Country with or without any " Wood " in the aching aping Film Industry
And if ever (you know the refrain by now) I...

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Today, oh man today
What about it....
Oh nothing, it was the only way I could think to kick this off
My head's been roaming all over space
I've been partying in the clouds
and my spacious thoughts
as if they...

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   In the Abaddoned depths of Faith's cosmos, 
a delusion of grandeur 
and of wonder blunders in awe, 
puts its hook securely in blasphemers jaw.
Curiousity opens Hell's salivating maw,...

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Yardbirds are hopefully smug cockfully strutting, 
     cutting a rug?

         Parked car birds are vigilant vigilantes? 

      ...

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On My Way to Work

As usual, I was on my way to work. As I was driving along,
I was already busy thinking about problems and my situation
at work—restarting all over again at the very point...

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I want to feel useful
Be someone to rely on 
I want
Someone I can take pictures of and who will take pictures of me
Someone who I can go to the cinema with
Someone to talk to when...

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01. High heels or boots? I guess it depends on how feminine I feel....LOL
02. What time did you get up this morning? 7:15 am     
03. Diamonds or pearls? White Gold
04. What...

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Hearts only grow harder
and flesh is never thin,
Some are much explicit
while others hold it in,
Dare i let it lay
on the surface of my skin,
Lest i be judged
by the color of my sin.

A man of tobacco's...

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Can money buy love?
Though money answers all things but not like love
Yet most have sold their soul for cash
And their conscience because of money
They have ensnared their Will with their words
Now they regret how imprisoned...

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The Letter

DEAR Marlene,

Sweet heart of the dead
Adored by generations not yet born
Marlene we love you.

Your beauty burned the wings of JFK
And brought big John to his knees.
For your love, was meant for more.
You shocked the...

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I am so called the eastern kingdom
who’s not exposed to the great waters
but guided by surrounding civil allies
and a onetime powerful authority
whose staff has been completely crushed
after the first global disaster
caused by a twin fatal...

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Surprises Spice Up Life


Life’s full of surprises that spice up our Life:
Common surprises; strangest of surprises...
Drive around town; visit the eventful circus
Go to Church; visit the school, the cinema
Immerse self in adventure; in treasure hunt,
You’ll...

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It wasn’t that long ago that the idea of tearing down Confederate statues, spitting on the legacy of Christopher Columbus, and even declaring the national anthem a poem of oppression would have been regarded as...

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...But there exists a much broader hate,
half the species, you see, do not rate.
I’m talking, of course, about the men,
how we’re seen as less next to women,
that our basic masculinity
is portrayed as criminality,
save for working...

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Many times when I would here a song, I would get an almost joyful longing, but I could never pinpoint the moment in my past that I wished for so deeply.

I would feel a certain...

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