Long Interrogation Poems

 Translation of Eric Mottram’s Poem 33 in Interrogation Rooms by T. Wignesan

33.  on a vu un homme courir/ de la scène de crime un homme est maintenant en train d’aider/ la police avec...

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Rosalia - The Evil Black Witch of the Harz, Part Seven

The Final Days:  Rosalia’s Death and Destruction
In the wake of such evil, debauchery and depravity what can be said now in the case of...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s Twentythird Legal by T. Wignesan

Le vingt-troisième légal

pendant la guerre le peuple devient obéissent de nouveau
plein du respect (et) de la confiance les enfants naïfs dans la foi
la gouvernance nécessaire  ...

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SOLITARY CONFINEMENT 1 : Number Four


Many chains, many locks and bars
clattered at four in the morning 
black bitter coffee drugged
a single bucket of cold water 
         ...

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2017 - year zero

They loaned to the poor, who cannot repay.
They stole from the old, who cannot recover.
They sold our future, for better or worse
and made our children pay.
They schooled arithmetic to be feared.
They tutored...

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Unquotable quotes: Teachers – XXI

The pupil, the bitch and the walnut tree, the more the teacher beats them, the better they be.
In the old days, teachers were born to the métier like poets; today softwares...

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Transl. of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private - 4 with a Clive Bush comment on Mottram's poetry 

Excerpt from an article, “From space to caves in the heart recreating the collective world in Eric Mottram’s...

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Transl. of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private - 2 with a Clive Bush comment on Mottram's poetry 

Excerpt from an article, “From space to caves in the heart recreating the collective world in Eric Mottram’s...

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Irelands uprising in ninteen sixteen was crushed by the state
The ringleaders were arrested and death would be their fate
Charged with the crime of treason against the British Crown
Fifteen men faced a firing squad and without...

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Another son is dead, until five he lived.
For his long life at Shah-Hamdan he had threads tied
“Shehij ninder yee nai. Gahas Kormakh Khudayas Hawale”, his mother cries.
No news can penetrate across the mountains. Satellites work...

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I'm the good bad cop,
I'm good at being bad
My partner is the bad good cop,
he's bad at being good
We make a good team,
we put a scare into the bad guys
Both of us love reading them...

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Many (con)-ARTIST are drinking more than the soup
A kidnapping of the mind
Confessions/conspiracy/rounded up in groups
Interrogation on a  prowler /who's words robbed us blind
Corrupting our hearts/ tagged by graffiti/ imaginary art!

Rambling beloved words left to...

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The interrogation threatens to shudder like an earthquake
A long index of accusations spread out among the atmosphere like a blazing forest fire
Satisfaction, the officer and venomous umbrage, the criminal
Self-appreciation, the quiescent defense attorney with no...

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I was not sitting at a table in a police interrogation room. *
Nor was I seated in front of a judge in a courtroom.
It most resembled a hall of inquisition to eradicate
every trace of Biblical...

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Disguised as an Apple Computer Technician.

He initially hacked Macbook Pro laptop.

He (alias Harvey Specter)
planted seeds of suspicion
that criminal activity prevailed
within my geographic area in general
or questionable individuals
lurked within or without
Citizens Bank in particular,
and suggested yours...

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HOOKEY DAY

So you went off to school son and what did you learn?
will it make the world better the next time it turns?
No I didn’t go to school ma, I played hooky today
and I learned...

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How can I slip away unnoticed and unheard
Blend in with the environment, remain undetected, make a clean escape
out of the room into the heavy air of the universe outside
for the torment of my youth, there,...

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Where do I turn, when all I want is it to be over, where do I run when all I want is 
closure or what do I say when every question shot at me starts...

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The panic of failure is an evidence of lack of faith
While the believe in the impossible to be possible shows massive faith
The sunlight before my eyes portrayed a life full of promise and fulfilment
Then turned...

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The Disappearance 
It was a hot afternoon when a big bulk carrier left a harbour
 on the coast of Bengali bound for Sydney, Australia, with a cargo 
of scrap iron of ships that once had...

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dialog with myself invariably involves others
we are all perceivers nobody escapes
no really and truly trust me on this
no manufacturing of childish evasions
maybe it is best to be born into a family
with family values
ablaze with comfort...

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Nothing important happened today,
according to an omission 
in the local newspaper Metro page
The death of my best friend ... my husband,
this sad story of injustice was missing
Such a horrible ghetto tragedy
wasn’t worth one drop of...

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May  2051

Dear diary I think I'll try for a part
Time job which I just know beyond
Anything I'm gonna hate! So I'll work
It out um. Without a doubt. I just
Don't wanna sit at home to...

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It’s Faint Paddies Day
everyday,
from my oxy scarce commuter view

At this Rocky Mountain skin altitude,
death is always on the dispatch menu

Faint Paddies 
be sweating onion fear on a ghetto roll
Cry babies
be diaper blues potty wailing —...

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upon arriving in the airport
she got her bags & met the members of her family
who had come to meet her---
she had the small talk as they
made their way to the car that they all had
crammed...

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