I enjoyed Sam Riviere’s 81 Austerities so much I decided I couldn’t wait for his next book, and have therefore written a new Sam Riviere poem on his behalf. Hereunder. I hope he likes it. Poet in question not him, obviously.
[Untitled]
The hair-dryer in the swimming pool is broken again,
it was roaring away to itself on the way in
and still doing it as I left, prompting the thought
‘That’s a coincidence’, but then a man in overalls
started whacking it and I knew it was broken,
at which point I thought of that reading
you gave three years ago, the sound of which
I am still to this day scraping out of my ear,
your enjoyment of which in no way lessened
as the horror of your seven-person
audience grew, reaching a condition I can
only describe as panic, and Christ but you
droned on and on; it wouldn’t in the least
surprise me if you were still there three years later
shouting at the bloody coffee dispenser.
1 comment:
like :)
Post a Comment