It seems more like a prose-poem I’m coming out with on the postcards, with vague story lines behind them. Second installment I left in the coffee shop.
Managed to get down to Blank Media Gallery today and see Liz West’s exhibition: Chroma. I really enjoy the atmosphere her pieces create, and her use of materials. I wrote this piece based on responding to the red cupboard of The Visual Grey:
What We Throw Away
Roaming inside a cupboard’s stomach,
Finding junk, chewed and blunt.
Sweet wrappers crumpled and thrown;
A jug shapes the empty air.
Ribbons trail, flagging down no one
gliding and packed as intestines
plastic sign posts-
washing up liquid tops are ulcers
to be picked out by your mind’s eye
floating over this red graveyard.
a camera’s flash gives off a jelly shine
intrusive light sharp as nausea swimming
in you, as plastic ripples,
I’m throwing up the wrapping
From all the Christmas presents
I’ve ever had, it slides,
Beautiful and gleaming,
Onto the floor.