A general piece on my sonnet-writing may be read here.
It’s a sequence dealing with sexual politics, generally
narrated from the point of view of a woman. These recent ones use a lot of
internet flarf and detritus, combined with references to the first recorded uses of various
technologies (and their jargons, like ‘selfies’) and first uses of various sexual practices
(and their jargons, e.g., ‘pegging’). I see them as a sort of egregious Tom and Jerry sequence with
several characters (like Fuckeye and Stonehead) running through them. Everything gets
excessive, even the line-lengths.
They might form parts of the book of sonnets I’m writing.
Here’s an Empty Diary from ‘Twentieth
Century Blues’, one that didn’t get into History or Sleep (which carries a succinct excerpt from them).
Empty Diary 1990, 2
For Adrian Clarke 1
HUMAN DUST against
the
dark night This
Degrades
now bleached into the
ecstasy of image she
holds a Bible filofax
steroid flare hoboes her
puppets blondes in the
sex shop coo into
vacant dummy leather militia
turned fan club she
wears his eyes tightly
fixed on sidewalk scripture
WHITE PUSSY EASY MEAT
cocksucker choirs shit peckers
praise her ‘legendary guts’
her TV astrologer’s tattooed
fists so hard to
make a man weak
in this APOCALYPTIC
CUT
mannikin’s wig trails the
gutter (slave gang’s fetish
1992
