Stephen Pain's Writings
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Poem
Dec.18.2010
A Flush of ducks in midflight, stay awhile in Arcadian quote
Then a skein that hung on the Ogdens' wall, does skin the metaphor,
feathers spin through The Golden Age of cable, Sweet ducks!
Sends the pedant headfirst into the anatomy of literature,
While upon a Mongol lake, a flock of virus ridden birds,
Just like that, dead, these beautiful creatures Once...
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Dec.15.2010
Reading astray
A Poem inspired by having a 12 kr coffee while reading David Mamet's Writing in Restaurants 1986 Coffee, yeah, the brown stuff that after drinking one, realises its not quite enough, then one gets to thinking about poetry and the heart beat, tum, tum, tim, oh yeah coffee, sound of the tanoy: intercity to, platform number blah blah, is it Purgatory? This state of...
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Dec.08.2010
Moorhen fast pedal the broad, and ducks, mallards to be precise, like boats with lacky band propellers, suddenly spurt forward, and the sun, is white creating a haze, we lie down together, while joggers run round the perimeter, and old ladies with out of condition labradors feebly throw sticks, and I never touch you, as we lie down on the grass in...
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Poem
Dec.08.2010
The Temple
Every Tuesday I sit in a Confuciantemple, and I look at the sametree, sat on a broken pale blueplastic seat, I look up at thetree, I don't even know the kind,I know it is not the beech that Trahernelopped, nor is it the pine that smelledof Autumn and Winter, it is not thiskind. nor the weeping willow thatexercises in the breeze, it is a tree,and in the...
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Poem
Dec.08.2010
"Blue, Gold and Orange..."
blue, gold, orange, like quartzcrystals, then like blades ofgrass, thin light brown wispsand then he moved the mirrorabout and it turned black and dark,like the colour of an Alien Set,the hairs now evident and theappearance of an insectmore obvious, he then enlargedit, so he could see life, smallerlife, moving on the cockroach...
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Poem
Dec.08.2010
"the postcard from japan"
the postcard from japanwas never sent, and its absence markssomething that could never happenin life, the once in a lifetime, the eruptionof mount fuji, the lava flowing throughthe city of tokyo, the red and black, rougenoir, marking the irony of love, thetsunami, the blue hiroshige waves, crestedby his thoughts, each white...
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Poem
Dec.08.2010
"Cha-no-yu"
Cha-no-yuthe way of the tea,literally, and it used to bea case of having an oldkettle, and a couple ofbroken cha-no-wans,and then lighting a charcolbrazier, keeping the outsideand the inside warm, the bodyand the spiritual, but thishas been replaced by bigbusiness, where kimonoscost a fortune, and the utensilsare works of art, oh look,these...
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Poem
Dec.08.2010
From: An Explanation of Japan)
Heian Period
The kid who gets on everyone's tits, this Genji, in whom the sun rises and sets.
Prince of perfection, and long flowinggowns hide the slight indiscretion
beneath the text, text one or two or three,there is eroticism, the kind of sexual geometryPeter Greenaway approves of, hira-ga-NA,
that is set for...
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Poem
Dec.08.2010
ｎｉｃｈｉｂｏｔｓｕ sunset I've spent many sunsets sitting in Mister Donutswaiting for something to happen, but nothing ever does but nothing ever will unless I take it upon myself to get off my butt and ask for that God Damned Refill...
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Article
Dec.07.2010
Consider this. You are working for a company that wishes to place a tender for a building project. You communicate with a colleague in another branch regarding the details of the tender. It is for millions. Just before you submit the tender - all your emails including some assessments of the would-be client are put on the internet. You are fired as a consequence...
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About Stephen
I have been writing since my teens. Poetry, short fiction and drama. I have also edited several classics. In addition to this I have written on art, animal communication and marketing.
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