goldmourn (amberdawnpullin) wrote,

poem: typewriter poems

typewriter poems

The following is one side of a page I typed at Canzine in the 'Typewriter Orchestra' room. Something about the typewriter and the sound of Nichola playing double bass - this is the most I've written in some time without (over)thinking - something other than my daily paper journal.


i miss the weight of the words laid down
the clarity of purpose when defined in type
when each letter was a heavy foot set down

this is what i meant to say and
this is what i mean to say because

i have thought it slow and i have
worked it out / through fingers
through my brain / down to this

this is what i meant to say


it sounds like bee bop jazz kerouac
double bass strings sing accompaniment
to our impressions and expressions / to us


letters were written

letters were written on typewriters
confessional poems and prosaic novels
and every word / a change / a quickness
after pen and pencil on paper paper paper


for (all) intents and purposes
we should return to ribbon and
the concentrated language of mind


you are not in 20II
you are not tied to
a wireless phone or

a connection

you are at a small desk
a wooden table
a room of your own

there is a book or stack of them
and a cigarette burns out in lamplight

you hear more silence the silence depth
the distance of empty night streets with
the echoes of each clack clack clack and


- adp, 23 October 2011
Tags: poetry & prose

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