tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239241293494668004.post5134150997419513816..comments2024-03-12T15:28:22.012+01:00Comments on The Poet Laura-eate: Write Mischief!The Poet Laura-eatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07779308486569849157noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239241293494668004.post-34589656688101788712008-03-07T05:37:00.000+01:002008-03-07T05:37:00.000+01:00The poem ends like Philip Larkin... lowering high ...The poem ends like Philip Larkin... lowering high standards (high windows?) to the here-and-now mundane.<BR/><BR/>This is my favourite poem.<BR/><BR/>In frames as large as rooms that face all ways<BR/>And block the ends of streets with giant loaves,<BR/>Screen graves with custard, cover slums with praise<BR/>Of motor-oil and cuts of salmon, shine<BR/>Perpetually these sharply-pictured groves<BR/>Of how life should be. High above the gutter<BR/>A silver knife sinks into golden butter,<BR/>A glass of milk stands in a meadow, and<BR/>Well-balanced families, in fine<BR/>Midsummer weather, owe their smiles, their cars,<BR/>Even their youth, to that small cube each hand<BR/>Stretches towards. These, and the deep armchairs<BR/>Aligned to cups at bedtime, radiant bars<BR/>(Gas or electric), quarter-profile cats<BR/>By slippers on warm mats,<BR/>Reflect none of the rained-on streets and squares<BR/><BR/>They dominate outdoors. Rather, they rise<BR/>Serenely to proclaim pure crust, pure foam,<BR/>Pure coldness to our live imperfect eyes<BR/>That stare beyond this world, where nothing's made<BR/>As new or washed quite clean, seeking the home<BR/>All such inhabit. There, dark raftered pubs<BR/>Are filled with white-clothed ones from tennis-clubs,<BR/>And the boy puking his heart out in the Gents<BR/>Just missed them, as the pensioner paid<BR/>A halfpenny more for Granny Graveclothes' Tea<BR/>To taste old age, and dying smokers sense<BR/>Walking towards them through some dappled park<BR/>As if on water that unfocused she<BR/>No match lit up, nor drag ever brought near,<BR/>Who now stands newly clear,<BR/>Smiling, and recognising, and going dark.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239241293494668004.post-26913600704057749392008-03-03T16:05:00.000+01:002008-03-03T16:05:00.000+01:00Well there is a day of the week when it's just wal...Well there is a day of the week when it's just wall-to-wall dancing and poor talent shows Rol!<BR/><BR/>I do have some standards, low as they may be.The Poet Laura-eatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07779308486569849157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239241293494668004.post-70447184621073544962008-03-03T15:47:00.000+01:002008-03-03T15:47:00.000+01:00What, not even reality shows?What, not even reality shows?Rolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02103804480646939038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239241293494668004.post-19674778174852815072008-03-02T08:50:00.000+01:002008-03-02T08:50:00.000+01:00I've got several sets of the poetic fridge magnets...I've got several sets of the poetic fridge magnets (including the more adult ones) but like RB they've currently been removed due to a 6 year old who has very quickly learnt the joy of reading...Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02133900289384226725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239241293494668004.post-81992627029348285042008-03-02T05:08:00.000+01:002008-03-02T05:08:00.000+01:00I really like those fridge magnets that you can ma...I really like those fridge magnets that you can make sentences and stuff with...when my kids were little someone gave me a set of the alphabet kind but honestly, cooking and having a rugrat in the kitchen don't make it condusive to realxed cookery!!The Sagittarianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05513045101496737031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239241293494668004.post-71649715311329279382008-03-02T00:13:00.000+01:002008-03-02T00:13:00.000+01:00I have very rude fridge magnets that are wholly un...I have very rude fridge magnets that are wholly unsuitable for someone who has small children in the house. My six year old arranges them in all sorts of weird combinations - some of which are very funny and some of which are plain pornographic and I guess some of them could be considered poetic (well, if one were drunk maybe?). <BR/><BR/>I once found "penis" in the cat's bowl! The cat didn't seem bothered at the time but she did die soon after.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com