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17/04/2015

THE POET FEELS TO READ

Angus Sinclair

for Laura

the vinyl rip crackles in my earphones
      & I misread a line in the poem
the guitar describes a grey-green river
    now children are reading to touch the screen

to some extent the pops create the rain
      who knows the last time I savoured a pear
objects exist in their metadata
      I know the flavours from the tasting notes

but the object outlasts its surrogate
      the child touches her way through the poem
my hands cold with rain sticky with pear juice
      vapour trails between subject and object

      & language is only a memory
       of a whole in our pear-coloured boat

 
Angus will be reading at the UEA Poetry Festival.

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