Two recent found poems this post. Actually they are not strictly found poems as I have elaborated on the original sentences. The first strictly speaking has a found title. My friend Rex uttered the words as I explained why we had gone to Bakersfield in California. I had been under the impression that there was a collection of Georgia O'Keeffe paintings there. There wasn't. The author of the guidebook had been lazy when researching Bakersfield, it was a touring exhibition. We had a similar experience in Spain one year. We had to wait in 44 degrees C temperature to again be informed that what we had come to see had been a touring exhibition four years before.
Weird Exhibitions That Don’t Exist
I
have searched for them
either
side of the Atlantic,
steered
by guidebook
to
an out of the way community centre
somewhere
in Bakersfield
and
crossed the border
from
Portugal to Spain,
hunting
for touring exhibitions
travel
writers claimed were permanent collections.
They
are tales of family holidays
and
sometimes when we are together,
we
laugh about the bar we sat in,
playing
cards, drinking water,
waiting
for the 5pm opening
that
Iberian August.
I am not sure the poem is anything like complete.
This second one came from the same evening and Rex talking about his student days in Brighton. I added the second half.
we’d
come in drunk
and
play our music loud
the
guy downstairs
he
was totally cool about it
cause
he’d get in drunk
and
play his music too loud
and
we’d wake up in bed
and
smile
cause
it was liberating
in
the afternoon
cause
no one got up early
after
nights like that
we
might meet on the stairs
and
smile and nod
and
that’s what life was like back then
This poem is about there. It is only a quick piece but it captures a certain moment in life.
I literally wrote the first part down as he was talking. Some times I think being a poet is all about seizing the opportunity and running with it.
Sadly Ryley Walker has had to cancelled his April European tour due to health issues. I'd like to wish him a speedy recovery and just say our prayers are with him. Get well soon Ryley.
Until next time.
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