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Stephen Pain's Writings

Poem
Nov.04.2010
Like a car badge, Horus the Falcon carved from basalt block  aged around six hundred years before Christ takes off with my thoughts it stares at us with its yellow eyed, pin-holed  digital Camera to the next world in Paris, London, and in a Berlin  museum bent in domestic slavery, while hubby gets pissed Limestone Woman on knees, two millennia old will roll and...
Poem
Nov.04.2010
Upon Reading William Empson   there is no end to Phoebus she moons us everywhere, in the poems, chased by wolves and readers hunting through notes, but she only appears twice I think: the bullets fly overhead, the Chinese crowds surge, still the rhymes, I come out like an English gentleman's umbrella, on a hot sunny day, it rains you know sometimes, then...
Poem
Nov.04.2010
I was at Cromer and did not meet the wave, Of adoration of the poet as man, it did not crash In applause, the herring-gull grey back of the sea, Feathers of white, did not bring the chairs a bit closer, Nor the silence of concentration, across the horizon, Nature does not listen to our words either, drowns Our heartfelt lines with the Shannon and Weaver Theory of...
Poem
Nov.04.2010
In armchair geology, the seat, carved out, Burnished, with years of tv suppers, and Curved by gluttonous maxs that taxed the Horsehair beneath,sweated gullies for Ice cold rivers of six packs and waxed The surface into a glacial burn,but this Is not anthropology by Nathaniel Tarn, The neat tricks of Levis-Strauss, separate The couch potatoes into those with...
Poem
Nov.02.2010
Under water with the effortlessness of baleen whale fins, the giant paddles move, and then in defiance to the moon the wind turbines like violins start to play with the vigour of the wings of bees elsewhere the drums slowly with the flow go a fraction up and another down enough to light the homes of  a thousand as these instruments of waves rotate or undulate,...
Article
Nov.01.2010
I was taught when I studied economics at college that it was all to do with scarcity of resources. Then later someone mentioned something about distribution of those resources. I also remember those classical flow charts, graphs to do with supply and demand, but most of all, there were unemployment and inflation. In the late 1970's there was a transition period...
Article
Nov.01.2010
I think that I must have heard the word "nature" bandied about at least a hundred thousand times. We use it so often in many contexts. When someone does something which we approve of, but know it is wrong, we let them off with "You know it's only human nature." When walking through the woods we say to our kids, "See Mother Nature always...
Short Story
Oct.31.2010
Halloween Short Short Story. He had just left his friends after the official closing time, probably a little too merry for his own good. Someone, and there is usually someone isn't there?, had decided it would be a brilliant idea to mix drinks. They had up until then been on a strictly pints of beer regime. But oh no, it was in the words of the guy who had it...
Poem
Oct.31.2010
 For Germaine Greer in Celebration of her Female Eunuch 40 yrs old.   Men are so  robotic in matters of sex they seek the simple in what is complex they work at the spot for only so long before they need a coffee break then after the pause for air, or for a muscle, they look at you as if you are in the wrong I do not know what is going on, I gave it my Max!...
Poem
Oct.31.2010
Would it not be wonderful to somehow live without a single tweet, or the chirp of the telephone, the burp of the sms, it would be full of silence, and would it not be an exercise of great courage to say enough, say stop information in the flow and have nothing but thought of the eternal being of now in a New Age kind of way and if you could manage to keep and...