That Open Mic

Why not “Open Mike”? Search me. People pronounce it “mike”. It is a mike. Yes, the full name is “microphone”, but “mic” should be pronounced “mick”. Is someone trying to imply an Irish connection?

Oh, I’m first on. Finished the beer, half-way through the tea. By the time I’ve placed the saucer over the teacup to keep the tea a bit hot, the opening applause has faded away and they’re beginning to wonder why I’m not on my feet at the front.

Here goes. Wow, this is going well. I’m fired up and communicating (whatever that passionately obscure poem “Estuary” means or the almost as obscure “Dark Lady”. In fact it was brilliant and the inspired guy with the guitar came up afterwards and spoke about a possible collaboration.

This all happened at FirstSite in Colchester. Don’t call it “First Site”: that isn’t artistic. Many thanks to James for organising.

Well, maybe I should post the poem I read that I haven’t posted before here. It was a response to the poetry group challenge of the word “magazine”.

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MAGAZINE

 

This is a belt buckle – quite common round here

People may drop rifles or lose helmets

But don’t take off their belts in battle, so – imagine.

This magazine, twisted, discoloured, but recognisable

Is two-thirds used. Imagine. Here’s a metal water-bottle

Look here – interesting – initials have been scratched on it

And here a bullet hit it. On that occasion he was lucky.

No, bones don’t last well in this soil

And the plough breaks them up anyway. Want a break?

Coffee and biscuits over there.

Copyright Simon Banks 2013.

 

 

Well,

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  1. I did not see the poem ending coming, yet that is what I like so much about it!

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    • In the real world, people who are being shown a battlefield and objects from it, imagining the horror and loss, will return to comfortable everyday existence – and the transition is uncomfortable.

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