All copyright © 2003 remains with the authors.
All copyright © 2004 remains with the authors.



Snapshots
10/22/03






SNAPSHOT 26

[the crest of the snapshot year]
the northern lights have been
merrily playing the night
sky this week and a man
on the radio bemoans
the fact that we've lost
our ability to read them to
fathom the message of each
colour and the speed of
their wiggling he claims
winter would never surprise
us if we could read that
close encounter display of
the awesome kind same with
field-mice he adds the simple
fact that they either make
holes for the winter facing
north or south in order it seems
to tell us what kind of winter
we may expect cold or warm and
like the natural scientists
i go tut-tut from my sickbed
already forgetting my vow two
days ago that i'd better pay
heed to old wisdoms or as you
say 'old wives' tales' when
i bragged about not having been
caught ill since leaving my job
nine years ago and was promptly
taken ill that same night

árni ibsen
9:20 pm
october 22
hafnarfjördur
iceland

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At our last class, week thirteen, and a small turn-out,
we joked about the Monday test: tick the correct answer:
which of the following characters are NOT siblings, or step-siblings?

Oliver Twist and Monks, Oliver Twist and Rose Maylie, Cynthia
Kirkpatrick and Molly Gibson, Rose Maylie and Agnes,
Marian Halcombe and Laura Fairlie. Ye gods!

I couldn't have told you the twists of the Twist story
on the day I finished it, and I was giving the lectures! —
which paid no attention to siblingship, may I be forgiven!

Then Sinead pointed to her name and mine (the tutor)
on the cover of her essay. Max, she said, when Mum
and my grandmother saw me writing your name there,

they said: Max Richards, he tutored us!
The others knew I was old, but that old?
Oh, I started in this job when I was about fifteen.

But was your grandmother young back then?
No, in her forties. She came when Mum came,
having had no schooling in Ireland and legally blind,

ten per cent vision: held the book right up under her nose:
Mary, so happy to be studying then in Melbourne.
Carmel, her daughter, studying alongside;

and soon she'd mother Sinead, proud of her Irish ancestry.
Tests! I say. When I began here, English One ran three terms,
from March to November, and ended — after all the essays —

with three three-hour exams. Write on all the books!
Wore ourselves out with assessment, we did.
And what authors! Donne, Austen, Conrad, Lawrence.

Well, Austen survives. The reading Irishwomen survive.
A Bildungsroman is: a novel about building? No, not exactly.
What is Marner's profession? Folk-doctor, homoeopath,

foster-careré? Not exactly. In which of the five novels studied
do we NOT see the death of a mother, or mother figure
IN THE COURSE OF THE NARRATIVE? Victorian fiction,

so many sick-beds, death-beds, dangerous excursions,
hang on to your siblings and your grandmas, everybody.

- 8.55am,
- Max Richards, North Balwyn, Melbourne

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FRANK GEHRY('s) WALT

from the inside out
remembers Disney coming home
and having the studioheads . . .
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Barry Alpert / Silver Spring MD USA / 10-19, 10-22 (12:58 AM)

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it's all preparation
brown wash on skin
oil and prayer dosed
god machine blink
smiling coils angel pump
pain for greater
forms the aside
a pocket of knives
dangling rope
an ear trumpet
miniature steel bongo

the test is your name
in answer to your condition
language how you use it
speech in the ear
through the shoulders

waiting the shine escapes
the need marble pitted
to eat so cold against

inside think of running
outside of comfort
wrinkle cream smooths
the mind
the thoughts take care of
themselves
avoid the sliding floors
there's a charm in the cash
register
that lets you go home

Jill Jones, 12.15pm
St George Private Hospital, Kogarah.

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RE ANOTHER POETRY FORUM

Yes ok right
but it seems
all rather sad
but been good to
get to know so
many people
and I have
just enjoyed it
but as you say
no place here
for all of that
but focus on
experimental poetries
in these islands
not for gossip
accusation irrelevant
confession or innuendo.

patrick mcm 8am
raynes park london

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DICTIONARY GEEKS
I wake-up and realise it's still Wednesday, if only just
barely.

In my head, "cohorts".

Translate:

The grunts are pissed with their Top Sergeant.

Anglice, the squaddies are pissed-off with their line-manager:

warrant-officer ...

corporal ...

Slang, like Good Wine, doesn't travel.

... add to this the notorious flattening-of-tone in email
communication.

Words may die, like the slaughtered dodo, and in my sad
moments i regret the
death of a word more than the death of a species.

In due time, after the Singularity, they'll resurrect the dear
dead dodo
from the ashes of its dna.

But a hundred years on, who'll know that a rude boy is not
Rastafarrian but
more broadly Jamiacan slang?

Sad that, but.

The Toy Boy.
Robin Hamilton
Loughborough UK
20.32

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snapshots dropped (24 roll pick up)

wend STAY when

click, click, caa ah lick, clicks clix,
pix, cool picks, the picts pictures, yankee pitchers
pit chores mi
amis outta hear con text, text ures text aisles
snap, snaps, snapxxxx s napzzzzz sun apse
sol, solas so/l/a/s solace con suelo consol (an la/ sin)
cheese, cheez, geezz us

retrato retro grabado graph
grab griangraf, green automat----ick

the treetop struck like a match
goitse gotcha gonzo

Deborah Humphreys
coming home at midday
Branch Brook Park
Newark, NJ

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