Wednesday, 30 July 2014

Pot on Head


saw her again
the woman with the pot on her head
no doubt it was a pot: had two handles
and clearly made of metal

saw her again
on her bicycle, grey hair splashed over shoulders
the woman with the pot on her head
there must be some worth,
some latent hitherto undiscovered efficacy
like:
a metal detector, not for detecting metal
but easy to hear the first drops of rain
before anyone else
and no worry about getting out of shape
or finding a place to put it at home
on the stove will do
or just leave it on the floor somewhere

and perhaps she calls it a hat, not a pot
maybe she says pot when others say hat
like:
at the drop of a pot
hang on to your pot
I’ll eat my pot
keep it under your pot
throw your pot into the ring
talking through your pot

how she is treated, what is her life
I don’t know.
I wish her well, and
I take my pot off to her



Friday, 18 July 2014

Pic 24: 五反田 - Gotanda, Tokyo




Undoing


We are pushed, pulled
cajoled, forced
do this, do that
fix this, arrange that
bring together, make stronger, combine, network
make better, solidify, incorporate, reinforce, dig in
follow the leader, be part of the team
Until it is believed it is all for the better

But our efforts, like so many makeshift sellotape tools
nails, screws, glue, sticky stuff
are redundant and wasted
since all is in place already, immutable and protected
by the vested interests, with smiles on their crooked lips

Let us reach for our mechanisms of disconnection
of reconstruction, starting anew, breaking the moulds
that result in only a single shape

Let us insert questions where there were once
full stops and exclamation marks
written with the indelible ink of expediency

Let us find those instruments to
undo the complex tangled fabrics of our ponderous existences
loosen the threads stitch by stitch
sweep past the cobwebs
blow away the dust
open the curtains
to see what should be seen
to hear what should be heard
to feel what should be felt
like a young bird flapping its wings for the first time
like a baby making its first step forward
Like a seed floating on the gentle breeze