Poems from Fenland Reed, North, Stand, etc.
The first poem sets the scene with "You will return, they say,/ to our sticking place,/ here, where time stepped in/ between two pages breaking the spell ... Trust us to wait, despite your squandered time/ and all the promises you never kept". The bookmarks have their say, and come in various guises, tickets in particular - "They want to carry on, still be of use;/ they know their time's not up" (p.7). There's a ticket to Besançon's Museum of Time, train tickets, receipts, shopping lists, postcards - some hard to decipher, some contrasting hugely with the book they're in, some denoting when reading was abandoned. "Half a raffle ticket" is my favourite piece - "It's luck,/ no more, so much of us survives. That,/ and the constant need to mark a page".
"Note" (about advances in technology. Also love) starts with the finding of a note -
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Back by 8. Don't wait. I've got the milk. Love. |
It ends with
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Why not a text? asks the child, all thumbs, not looking up from his screen. There is so much to explain. |
Here's a note for "Hand-made" - in Cyprus, dolmuş are minibus taxis for sharing.
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