You Upset The Grace Of Living When You Lie: Letters The Dead Dispatch

You Upset The Grace Of Living When You Lie: Letters The Dead Dispatch short poem

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YOU UPSET THE GRACE
OF LIVING WHEN YOU LIE:
LETTERS THE DEAD DISPATCH
‘the singing of the song sustained an echo of the life…’
(Tim Hardin 1940 – 1980)

you say
you hear voices
in your head,
and that
one of them,
is mine…

but if poems
encrypt the lives
of the poet
& we write to
retrieve and revise
our self-deceptions
of the past…

if memory,
and the things that
memory retains,
are the way we
make sense of love

it seems
this poem I’m writing
is all about the you
I hear in my head,
a poem of that past,
and the promises
we failed to keep
perhaps

if we listen together
the voices we hear,
might help us revise
our futures

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By way of introduction, I’ve had masses of material published in all manner of strange and obscure places, magazines, websites, anthologies and books. I’ve also worked as a Stand-Up Poet on the ‘Alternative Cabaret Circuit’, and I’ve interviewed very many people from the worlds of Literature, SF-Fantasy, Art and Rock-Music for a variety of publications (a selection of my favourite interviews collected into the recent ‘Headpress’ book ‘I WAS ELVIS PRESLEY’S BASTARD LOVE-CHILD’). My latest book is ‘DON'T CALL ME NIGGER, WHITEY: SLY STONE & BLACK POWER’. I look forward to your feedback...ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE IS NO MATCH FOR NATURAL STUPIDITY!!! Check out my website ‘EIGHT MILES HIGHER’ – ‘The Blogspot for People Who Don’t Like Blogspots’ – latest postings include ‘Music From Sheffield: The Box’ interviews/history, Kurt Vonnegut 1983 interview, full Bill Nelson interview-live/album review-discog retrospective with rare archive art, ‘The Lost Worlds Of Arthur Conan Doyle: His SF, Fantasy & Horror’, Neil Sedaka Live, Elvis: My Visit To Graceland & Sun Studios with photos, ‘Rogue Moon’ by Algis Budrys – history & analysis, Cassandra Complex 1988 interview, and more… monthly updates at http://andrewdarlington.blogspot.com
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