Monday 15 August 2011

Messing

I really like this but I'm 99% sure it will never be published. I imagine if a publisher got this they would just presume I can't use punctuation and skip to the next one. Anyway, I wrote it ages ago and will never sub it anywhere so I thought I'd stick it here.




Interment


I tried to tell My mother she should burrow in the garden but she can’t hear me and her garden is so beautiful I know she won’t want to spoil it burrowburrow in the garden Mother even though it’s where you poured your tears and the flowers are so pretty please burrow in the garden butshejustgoesoncrying and cleaning the kitchen so I shout as loud as I can shoutingshoutingburrowburrowinthegardenMotherburrowand.

I can’t breathe.

I try to tell my Father he should burrow in the garden burrowburrow in the garden Father I flit around and tell him but he’s so lost in fixing his car he can’t hear anything but the growl of the engine and if he did listen to anything it would be myMotherstearssoloudinhisears but I try to tell him listen to me Father burrowburrow in the garden don’t just fix your car burrowburrowwithyourshinyspadeandforkandthe.

I can’t breathe.

I try to tell my Sister she should burrow burrow in the garden not play with dolls and I think she almost heard me she looked up thenheardmyMothercrying and put her hands over her ears don’t do that Sister listenlisten and burrowburrow in the garden stop playing with your dolls and don’t be afraid of worms justburrowburrowinthegardenandthen

I can’t breathe.

I didn’t try and tell my uncle as he knows to burrowburrow in the garden right by the summerhouse I told him to tell the others he justcoveredhisheadandshouted “go away go away” and I won’t I want him to tell so I’m not inbetween go and burrowburrow in the garden but he still cries and drinks and eats tablets by the handful please before you go write a message to burrowburrow in the garden Uncle please tell them to burrow with shiny spades and forks justlikeyouoncedid

I can’t breathe.

I tried to tell My mother she should burrow in the garden but she can’t hear me and her garden is so beautiful burrowburrow in the garden mother even though it’s where youpouredyourtears and the flowers are so pretty please burrow in the garden but she just goes on crying so I shout as loud as I can shoutingshoutingburrowburrowinthegarden.

I can’t breathe.

4 comments:

  1. Works for me - sort of post-beat.

    You're probably right as regards your usual fanstasy publishers, though a poetry house might be interested. But I think your best chance could be to submit to a fantasy magazine as one or two press-ready illustrated pages; do you know any good illustrators hem hem?

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  2. Mikko Sovijärvi15 August 2011 at 12:13

    ...I'd illustrate it as per usual, Robert.

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  3. I really like it, too - and considering.... Well, considering. It's a miracle ;-)

    It's deep and thinky, horrifying and appealing, all at the same time. You should sub it - really, you should.

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  4. this made me feel. i'm afraid to think too hard about what it made me feel. but i had to read it again because i wanted to feel it again.

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