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Living Alone: An Experiment

Lonely the loquacious rain; lonely spring
-loaded; lonely faking a yawn and curling

its arm around you. Lonely in the morning
trying to slip socks on toes with loose nails.

Slovenly the fridge-raider. Lonely over-
thinks it; only the pickpocket in

fingerless gloves, a lovely hand on your leg.
Lonely forgetting to call lonely back.

Lonely ticking friendship on dating sites
and meaning it; sorry assiduously

taking notes. Lonely at the party,
mind kept running outside, driver screaming

‘go!’; the front-page splash, mics pistoling you
on your doorstep, begging for a quote. Lonely

the cut-out sprung in a house of horrors
as a prank. Lonely banging its head

over and over into a mirror
in a last-ditch attempt to vanish.

Incidentally, you may want to check out this as well, where all the other Barbican Young Poets’ work was published 2013-14.

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Credit: Susana Sanroman

Credit: Susana Sanroman

Here’s the poem on Kumquat: http://kumquatpoetry.tumblr.com/post/48109336668/lethologica-by-cameron-brady-turner

I read this recently at March’s ‘Brain Waves’ Barbican Weekender arranged to celebrate advances in neuroscience and the human mind. I offered up this on dreams. As someone who thinks in words, dreams often feel like they are hiding more than they let on – like coming across a word you’re familiar with but can’t remember the meaning to, or experiencing that tip-of-the-tongue phenomenon where you can’t find the word to articulate what you mean. That’s what this poem’s weird aesthetic attempts to capture. It was good fun reading on the day alongside visual art put together by Reza Ben Gajra; there was Blair Witch footage, ominous plug-holes and skulls.

And happy world poetry day, all! Come to the Barbican on the 27th and I’m reading a much less obscure but similarly unwieldy poem about going to Alpha meetings as a fresher. It’ll be good. http://t.co/leQJjVedAD