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Nov 12 15, 19:17
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She comes on like one of the ladies from Covent Garden, knows the price she can charge for everything.
The flesh pours from bones at the thought of every vice, every sick, sardonic smile
and now Carpenter plays on the TV and I'm thinking of tattoos as if inking in a cross or crescent will prevent the worst of my disease.
But they've hollowed me out with their mania, condemned me to an alternate fiction where the pancreas doesn't dominate.
I'm a golden carp in an ornamental pond swimming my circles and looking for friends beyond the thought of the needle.
But this is no longer Harris' Covent Garden. Today's corruptions hold different dimensions and the ladies have more sullen smiles.
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this is not a rebel song
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Nov 15 15, 18:10
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Hi Mike,
This is a truly haunting one and I don't pretend to follow all of it on first read. I think Kirsten might have a point about the title.
Your descriptions are vivid, enjoyable. Perhaps a different word for 'comes on' which sounds a bit simplistic somehow.
and now Carpenter plays
I'm wondering about this line is it a TV series or Karen Carpenter's music playing?
to an alternate fiction where the pancreas doesn't dominate.
Does this person have a pancreas disease?
I'm a golden carp in an ornamental pond swimming my circles and looking for friends beyond the thought of the needle.
Really like this stanza
I will return to this Mike as I'm sure I'll see more each time I read
Great writing Eira
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Nov 18 15, 17:01
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Thanks people
This is a wild and exhausting interlude.
John Carpenter's film on the tv (forget which, but that doesn't really matter. Point about Carpenter is that he does everything - writes, directs, edits, music everything in most of his music.)
Key to the piece is the pancreas, that creator (or otherwise) of insulin.
Sometimes, my diabetes becomes all encompassing - the only thing that I can consider, the limit of my world in that it is the limit to my energy, the limit to my ambitions. I have yet to need insulin, though it was a close run thing on my last visit to the doctors, a few days ago.
Hi Krista - The ladies of Covent Garden used to carry diseases that corrupted the body of time, and I'm feeling the same about my diabetes at times. That's where the title comes from, and in some respects is the originator of the piece as I read about the book the same day that I wrote the piece. The tattoo is more a reflection on my thoughts about needles - a future certainty, almost. Thanks for reading and I hope the explanation adds rather than ruins.
Hi Eira - thanks for commenting and spending time with the piece. I'm hoping that my comments above will resolve any lingering questions you have about the piece.
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Nov 18 15, 17:10
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Thanks Mike,
It's all clearer now and I can read again with new eyes.
Eira
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Nov 19 15, 00:23
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Hi Mike! I've been a bit unwell also, but thankful to be back at MM and reading new poetry. As well as learning fresh ideas.
QUOTE (danimik @ Nov 12 15, 22:17 ) She comes on like one of the ladies from Covent Garden, knows the price she can charge for everything.
I've been looking up Harris's list of Covent Garden ladies. While doing so, I came upon references of books on erotica that I did indeed read...LOL...I was really checking to see whether your Harris could be Frank Harris, who wrote My Life and Loves and other such books. In your poem, are you making a comparison between the cost of treating diabetes, or perhaps nurses who charge a fixed price for injections, and the ladies from Covent Garden? I don't pretend to understand at first read, I'll be back asap. Good opening stanza.
The flesh pours from bones at the thought of every vice, every sick, sardonic smile
and now Carpenter plays on the TV and I'm thinking of tattoos as if inking in a cross or crescent will prevent the worst of my disease.
I find this stanza superb but slightly grim, or sad.
But they've hollowed me out with their mania, condemned me to an alternate fiction where the pancreas doesn't dominate.
Reminds me of some doctors who're inflexible, I try to keep away from them!
I'm a golden carp in an ornamental pond swimming my circles and looking for friends beyond the thought of the needle.
Beautiful in spite of transmitting a no exit situation. Sorry...
But this is no longer Harris' Covent Garden. Today's corruptions hold different dimensions and the ladies have more sullen smiles. Well, yes, if I get your meaning, maybe you're referring to Big Pharma's hold over us all. If it's also nurses's attitudes, I've had a taste of that as well. A very good read, for reflexion, as I'm possibly way off topic. Tx, Psyche
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Nov 19 15, 13:22
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Hi Mike - This is my second attempt at getting something through to you on this one, hate it when that happens, you never seem to get the true quality of that inspired and witty comment you came up with. Anyway, this, to me, is, with all its disconnectedness, about the scattered, unsure feelings and thoughts of the patient. You've free-associated things like hookers, needles, and golden carp in such a way as to give a clear picture of the sort of mental and physical agony you're in. I've always been fascinated by this place, Covent Gardens, out of reading Sherlock Holmes, Galsworthy, and various detective films. A pleasure as always, your sardonic humor always comes through. RC
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Nov 23 15, 17:26
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Hi Psyche - perhaps the real cost of the Covent Garden Ladies and Diabetes are alike in that they both eat away at the healthy a bit at a time - at least the illnesses that the ladies oft-times carried which I think were described as eating away the bones. And at the end of the road with diabetes is the needle - well at least for now, until we can ingest insulin in pill form. Thanks for the read and comments - means a lot.
RC thanks. There has to be humour of a sorts - or tears - and I'm not strong on tears. I cry too easily, I think.
Hi posthumous - I've always said that there is never a wrong interpretation of a poem. The reader brings a whole bundle of memory, a skein of competence, a flotilla of argument, to any poem and they are as valid as the poet's jumble of ideas. And the move from garden to hospital may not have been deliberate in the design - but it works for me too. Glad this worked.
Mike
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Nov 24 15, 18:50
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Poetry of the highest confessional sort. Confident and confirmed as craft. Thank you
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