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Stephen Pain's Writings

Poem
Feb.02.2011
 Marlborough House - not a Marlborough  moment, a garden, with pink flowers,no, I stand to be corrected, red flowers, roses, in  stone vases, in front of thethick trunk of a tree, the edifice upon which there is a commentary, it is almostout of sight, it's there where they had their grand parties and dinners, they beingthe Royalty and the aristocracy, while my...
Poem
Jan.31.2011
Waiting for the shirts and the trousers to spin dry at 40 degrees and forgotten how many revs there is always those sounds like machine indigest -ion, when you know that it now is in the home run of the cycle, the breaking of waters, the vibrat -ion, then the spinning like there is a russian airliner in the kitchen, followed by a plecking of the tumbler, and...
Poem
Jan.23.2011
 The ice churned up by the incoming ship, like the slush in the bottom of a icedrink at McD, a slab of the stuff landed on the deck of the garden in the harbour - looking like a butcher's cutting board - and firmly imprinted upon its surface a solitary can, as if it were an exhibition the blue-green ice yellowed as in Saturday night piss with the contrast of a...
Poem
Jan.20.2011
The T.S. Eliot Poem (The homeobox) A Fishy Tale - each line has stage directions (to be read in the voice of: RIVO) . You can work out the tempo yourself. RIVO We will start with conkers, you must think me bonkers, ( Max Miller) Oh not at all, I am very fond of the detail, as you know ( Noel Coward) The memory of the stream, is naught but the dream of a trout, (...
Poem
Jan.16.2011
  Prior to the sighting of a Camberwell Beauty he had chosen his afternoons as a dispensary of reflection upon what was to be his destination in its finality, whereby fate had the power of attorney over him, especially during the moment of unhealthy commerce with the past, which over tea circumvention was possible in conversations with his springer spaniel...
Poem
Jan.16.2011
Not knowing, not remembering their names, all these flowers, and the guide says they are very common, as if the populace at large can at one single glance, tell what is the difference between that yellow one from the other yellow one so the Reverend, we will have him as that, off his bicycle launches himself into the meadow with all his gear hunting for one of...
Poem
Jan.11.2011
The flowers in the vase have been left to wilt life is now lived behind the curtains and loose thoughts that come & go "Will you be so kind as to take yourself now to the kitchen and turn on the gas and place head in the oven" but it passes to "Will you take the dog for a walk" and the leash has been in the drawers for nearly twenty years...
Poem
Dec.24.2010
SNOW 2010 In the shanty, in the poverty of picking for naught but the white, is it vanilla ice, or is it the melt of demise, the pile of recycled waste, wastes the family and for breakfast they taste the something funny  that sacks the lungs and collapses the economy they bury love, and Christmas is the summit of the collateral damage, as we gather around the...
Poem
Dec.19.2010
n no not not listening not listening to not listening to John not listening to John Cage not listening to John Cage 4. not listening to John Cage 4.33
Poem
Dec.18.2010
Before I go to bed, I do pray that I shall see her once more, walking towards me in the park or the gardens, as she comes closer her smile much in evidence, and then we would embrace for a moment that would seem an eternity to rerun in the mind's eye during the dark I would kiss her as if there were no tomorrow then awake to the cold dawn of reality that my...