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wrong street, wrong directory Growing older by the day Anna & Tim only mow monthly as a gesture of up you Strangelove St Suburbia they still drift Electric Lady Land to Electric Blanket Land. Beige frumps at the Black Stump (order vegetarian) Abject d'art, have another drink Radiation-Baby-boom-er (is that a tooth?). I have to believe they are dangerous as Hell. To believe we can change. I'm wrapped in the outcome of this leafy war. Their commuting love. The erosion & explosion of family. © Les Wicks |
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Commentary: "Wrong street" is a mid-apocalyptic fairy tale. As an aside the "Black Stump" is a chain of steakhouses. I am one of those who work on inspiration, not discipline. I write for an audience of people who usually never read poetry which is probably my greatest frustration. This commitment for a wider audience probably reached a peak when I did ARTRANSIT - contemporary poetry/art poster collaborations on public transport in Sydney & Newcastle from 1992-9. Similar to your poems on the underground. To those trying to write I'll boil down what I say in my workshops. Cherish your idea, then ravish it, then reduce it. Be ruthless in editing. be Margaret Thatcher and make every line pay its own way. Poetic forms are just tools, and only an idiot uses a screwdriver to bash nails. Be professional in dealings with magazines and publishers. Finally, for god's sake, enjoy yourself - you won't be a poet for the money or the fame! Les Wicks Bonfire contributor |