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Thursday, July 03, 2008

The Quibs and Bunning Writers Exchange Program #1

The Quibs and Bunning Writers Exchange Program #1: The performance poet and the train timetable guy

The Epping and Hurstbridge train timetable, as written by a performance poet


Hi guys, here's just a few poems I wrote the other night waiting at Flinders Street Station, an experience I think a lot of us have in common. I hope you like them, I think they've got a certain something to them. Excuse me. *Clears throat*

8.15 to Hurstbridge

Eight twelve at the station,
I'm just waiting at the station
With the
other
passengers.
And if the train don't come, the train won't come
So I'm waiting at the station
For the wheels to come,
And my frustration at the station,
At the station where we're at, at the station that we're in,
Has made my mind go numb.
(But the steel hums, the wheels run)

Eight-thirteen at the station
(Clitter clatter clitter clatter)
It doesn't matter to me,
Don't you see, we're not free,
(Clitter clatter bitter batter)
Political correctness is just the frustration of our nation
At the train that doesn't -
(Clitter clatter made as hatter)
At the train that won't -
(Clitter clatter clatter shatter fast food makes you fatter clitter clatter what's the matter)
- come.

Eight-fourtee... *Coughs*

Oh, I'm sorry. Lost my place there for a second.

EIGHT-FOURTEEN! And my oration
At the station
Is a statement of frustration
At this whole vast system of negation
(You're the system's sucker, fucker)
(Clitter clatter mad as hatter)
And the patience at the station
Longs for an innovation
FUCK THE SYSTEM!
FREE THE TRAINS!
DON'T LIVE YOUR LIFE ACCORDING TO TIMETABLES, RULES, SYSTEMS, RIGHT-WING AUTHORITARIANISM, HYPER-FASCISM, GODS, DIETS, COMMERCIALISM, ADVERSERIAL ADVERTISING, NEO-LIBERAL QUASI-NAZISM!

This is my commendation.

Eight-fifteen at the station. All on board!

A short poem about my girlfriend, by the guy who does the train timetables



Description

Your red hair in the morning sunlight

You swearing

You telling me off for picking my nose when I thought you weren't looking

You kissing me and making up

The way you move

Watching me watching you drink coffee

Seeing you go to the evening shift at work

Various reminiscences of you
Emotion felt

Highly interested

Fairly interested/slightly offput

Like a puppy whose bone has been taken away

Highly interested/Very highly interested

Relatively interested

A little distracted

Saddened

Various emotions, swinging from very high interest to medium interest to distraction to sadness, as well as three random thoughts about spaghetti at one point
Time of day

8.27

9.01

9.32

9.45

10.01

1.30pm

2.00

3.00 - 7.00

2 comments:

Alexis, Baron von Harlot said...

That there performance poet has finally found a platform for her ideas.

TimT said...

Maybe she needs a little more training in versification, though. Just to keep her ideas on track.

Email: timhtrain - at - yahoo.com.au

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