Had a workshop some time back with the lovely Tongue In Cheek peeps Jennie Bailey and Sarah Pepin. Unfortunately at the time I had just finished reading Hannibal and my head was full of gory murders, so when we had a line about a stag hunt it took me to strange places. We took the line from a poem in The Rialto and wrote from it:
Had a field day with the stag
Alone on a peak of hill that spoke of rain
They circled him like school children
Form a ring around the child whose knees are on the cement
Cursing jostling crowd that mutates from one child to the next
We all share this need to prey on what is fresh meat
Fresh hands to the worker’s house, fresh eyes
We’ve seen the same things and the way we saw them builds
To a type of pain. It spreads.
And the stag ran and they leapt the taste of blood
The grief of the horn’s faint beat through the misted grass
And a woman somewhere bends over and holds her sides and laughs
As the men pile in to count the plunder
All was chaos
Also ‘we’ve seen the same things’ is actually a line I’ve stolen from No Country for Old Men. Most excellent and depressing read.
The next line we wrote from should have been a change in tone, but wasn’t. Short and bleak.
Bright at last close of a dark day the sun shines out at last and goes down
We tip over, the world is still round rather than flat
the drowned bodies of murders wash up on the banks
of grey British rivers along townsides.
Just so I don’t end on that note, here’s the rest of Beckett, Fizzle 5: Still :
Bright at last close of a dark day the sun shines out at last and goes down. Sitting quite still at
valley window normally turn head now and see it the sun low in the southwest sinking. Even
get up certain moods and go stand by western window quite still watching it sink and then the
afterglow. Always quite still some reason some time past this hour at open window facing south
in small upright wicker chair with armrests. Eyes stare out unseeing till first movement some time
past close though unseeing still while still light. Quite still again then all quite quiet apparently
till eyes open again while still light though less. Normally turn head now ninety degrees to watch
sun which if already gone then fading afterglow. Even get up certain moods and go stand by
western window till quite dark and even some evenings some reason long after. Eyes then open
again while still light and close again in what if not quite a single movement almost.