This picture is for anyone who thinks England has the upper hand in dreadful nationalistic marketing practices (see recent St George's Cross Mars Bar photo here). Mark snapped the above 'Robbie Burns wants to share a coke with you' in Dundee last year some time and we've been saving it for a special occasion.
And the occasion? Why, we're back from our trip down south (to Leeds) to visit family and friends of course. We had a lovely time... and now we're back.
Now, on with this week's Poetry Bus. Niamh (see here) wants us all working on confusion...and I love confusion (well, anywhere but on public transport). I have an old poem that is mostly about confusion (here) but I reckoned it was about time I wrote something new too... so here's one we might all relate to. It's a bit of a sound poem really (aren't they all?) so maybe read it aloud as you go. Or maybe tomorrow I'll record a sound file for you (too tired now).
Click and spin
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Holiday photos
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Musicky downloads
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Emails for perusing
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Flash fictions afusing
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Facebookering updates
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With nations of all states
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Go cinema ticketing
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Or crickety wicketing
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Maps come with directions
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Onliney prescriptions
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Long moments of unrest
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Harmony's the sweetest
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Blogs now and forever
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So end of an era
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More stories of always
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Sore synapsey pathways
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Eyes round and around now
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Must stop looking anyhow
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Just one more peep maybe
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Powering down baby
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Beep
Sh
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Welcome home!
And I like that poem.Would be nice to hear it.
My fave bit? 'crickety wicketing'
Should patent/copyright that!
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Mark went to watch some cricket whilst we were in Yorkshire... hence the reference.
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Forgot to say reminds me a bit of Betjamins 'Night mail'
And that bottle! 'Robbie Burns wants to share a coke with you'...What!!
I suppose the marketing possibilities are endless... How about Durex 'Robbie Burns wants to share a shag with you' ? With his little face on the condom.
This is niiiiice! I can imagine a video of it. But the ending
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It didn't really say that on the bottle...I adlibbed that bit. But that is RB stuck on a deer, stuck on a bottle of coke. Ah, the homeland.
Not sure Burns ever came across condoms... by all accounts he'd have had plenty of use for them though.
'Night mail' is by W.H.Auden (though it has been wrongly mentioned elsewhere...not necessarily your mistake). Betjeman does have train poems too hence the confusion. Apt considering our theme today!
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Hi Argent - you snuck in while I was checking pedantry for TFE!
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Brilliant, love the poem!
I really enjoyed this poem and like Argent I really, really enjoyed the ending
So wrong about Rabbie, wrong about who wrote Night Mail and I've even spelt Betjemen wrong! Ah yes, business as usual at the land of EEjit!
I don't know what's more entertaining - your poem (which describes my life pretty much) or TFE. It's a toss up.
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Thanks for reading...and TFE, we've never loved you for your spelling (but for many, many other things). Also (on mistakes), if you remember, not long back, I made quite a howler. It's human, innit?
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I hope you were wearing your Wee Jimmy hats to drink from that bottle!
I've only seen this bottle via a photo, CGP - never actually touched the sacred vessel. Never worn one of those hats either...
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Hi Rachel, Really like this poem - its got a great rhythm to it and all those 'k' sounds give it a pleasingly clear, hard, brisk quality.
Thanks Dave. I didn't plan for this to be quite so rhythmic and rhymey... but once I'd got on that track I just couldn't stop it and it ran away with me!
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I would like to hear you read this Rachel - sorry you didn;'t call in on your way back - maybe next time. Hope the holiday did you good.
We took the train this time, Weaver. Sped through North Yorkshire at just after 7am (only direct train!).
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Just found your blog and read your poem outloud in the right beat {I hope] sounded good. I've just started a second blog just for poems, and what I think of as performance lyrics. I used to write song lyrics for satirical revues and can't get out of the habit. Comments and advice appreciated see transportationpoet.blogspot
Yup, this has a lovely rhythm and music to it, and apt that you say it ran away with you, it reminds me of the sound of a train.
A great capture of the confusion of modern living in general I think.
crickety wicketing :-D.. great stuff! the 'click' makes it quite fairy tale'ish. (also realise I haven't posted you a c.d yet...we are currently useless!.. it will be on the way soon!)
I'm glad a click lead me here! :)
Thanks people. Glad it's doing something good for you!
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I'm with jinksy!
And I love the Burns condom idea. Particularly the strapline.
Rhymes and -y'ed words excellent; and the sense of addiction and flickering attention - oh, so very true. And good sound!
This, give or take a bit of cricket, perfectly describes my morning. Brilliant!
As for the bottle it wouldn't surprise me if they gave away money off vouchers in 'Your Scottish Sun' so 'real' Scots could get one.
Nice to see you again!
I can actually hear you reading this.
Funny how sometimes these everyday things just settle in to our consciousness once in a while and become crystal clear. How many times do we "click" in a day, I wonder.
Kat
How many clicks? Far too many...still without them most of us wouldn't know each other at all!
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The variations in this week's Bus poems are fabulous. Yours made me pause to consider the many times a day I change channels, metaphorically speaking. It's been months since I read a novel from start to finish in a couple of sittings. Wonder what has happened to my long-term attention span? Blogging? Writing poetry? Ha!
Indeed. We fry our brains and then wonder why we smell hot fat everywhere we go...
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Rachel, I love this clever look at our online society through endless clicks. I wonder what will be the next variation...
From speaking to some of my younger relatives recently I imagine it might be something to do with virtual reality existences. No need to click if you're not even really there!
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Oh, I loved this Rachel - my husband is always saying, in a weary voice, 'the internet will still be there tomorrow' as I just click that one more time...
There are days when I feel like one big 'click!' Your poem is fantastic, truly! Click, click!
Thanks poetry clickers!
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Meself and Angeline Jolie.
(Well, I can dream, can't I?)
Didn't know you were up for adoption, Peter.
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