Stephen Pain's Writings
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Poem
Feb.02.2011
Marlborough House - not a Marlborough moment, a garden, with pink flowers,no, I stand to be corrected, red flowers, roses, in stone vases, in front of thethick trunk of a tree, the edifice upon which there is a commentary, it is almostout of sight, it's there where they had their grand parties and dinners, they beingthe Royalty and the aristocracy, while my...
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Poem
Jan.31.2011
Waiting for the shirts and the trousers to spin dry
at 40 degrees and forgotten how many revs
there is always those sounds like machine indigest
-ion, when you know that it now is in the home run
of the cycle, the breaking of waters, the vibrat
-ion, then the spinning like there is a russian
airliner in the kitchen, followed by a plecking
of the tumbler, and...
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Poem
Jan.23.2011
The ice churned up by the incoming ship, like the slush
in the bottom of a icedrink at McD, a slab of the stuff
landed on the deck of the garden in the harbour -
looking like a butcher's cutting board - and firmly imprinted
upon its surface a solitary can, as if it were an exhibition
the blue-green ice yellowed as in Saturday night piss
with the contrast of a...
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Poem
Jan.20.2011
The T.S. Eliot Poem (The homeobox)
A Fishy Tale - each line has stage directions (to be read in the voice of: RIVO) . You can work out the tempo yourself.
RIVO
We will start with conkers, you must think me bonkers, ( Max Miller)
Oh not at all, I am very fond of the detail, as you know ( Noel Coward)
The memory of the stream, is naught but the dream of a trout, (...
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Poem
Jan.16.2011
Prior to the sighting of a Camberwell Beauty
he had chosen his afternoons as a dispensary
of reflection upon what was to be his destination
in its finality, whereby fate had the power of attorney
over him, especially during the moment of unhealthy
commerce with the past, which over tea circumvention
was possible in conversations with his springer spaniel...
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Poem
Jan.16.2011
Not knowing, not remembering their names, all these flowers,
and the guide says they are very common, as if the populace
at large can at one single glance, tell what is the difference
between that yellow one from the other yellow one
so the Reverend, we will have him as that, off his bicycle
launches himself into the meadow with all his gear
hunting for one of...
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Poem
Jan.11.2011
The flowers in the vase have been left to wilt
life is now lived behind the curtains and loose
thoughts that come & go "Will you be so kind
as to take yourself now to the kitchen and turn
on the gas and place head in the oven" but it passes
to "Will you take the dog for a walk" and the leash
has been in the drawers for nearly twenty years...
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Poem
Dec.24.2010
SNOW 2010
In the shanty, in the poverty of picking for naught
but the white, is it vanilla ice, or is it the melt
of demise, the pile of recycled waste, wastes the family
and for breakfast they taste the something funny
that sacks the lungs and collapses the economy
they bury love, and Christmas is the summit
of the collateral damage, as we gather around the...
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Poem
Dec.19.2010
n
no
not
not listening
not listening to
not listening to John
not listening to John Cage
not listening to John Cage 4.
not listening to John Cage 4.33
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Poem
Dec.18.2010
Before I go to bed, I do pray that I shall see
her once more, walking towards me in the park
or the gardens, as she comes closer her smile
much in evidence, and then we would embrace
for a moment that would seem an eternity
to rerun in the mind's eye during the dark
I would kiss her as if there were no tomorrow
then awake to the cold dawn of reality
that my...
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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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