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Vol.4. No.1. October - December 2010

 


Poetry

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Poets in Dialogue: Adage Adagio* Parts I & II

 

by David Nettleingham and Christopher Hobday

 

I

 

Drowned idols are the seeds

of a new beginning,

a barren plea to the fertile dead,

a way of understanding

the movement of rivers.

 

All life resting on a tide,

pooling in uneven fractures;

silt and skin indefinable

at its banks, where thankless crowds

deepen even the shallows

 

and the elaborate harmony

of belly laughs is purifying,

sweating out salt flats

and immovable pillars,

breaking the surface of a single thought.

 

From without, these rare landmarks

of crowns and headdresses,

they are mountains rising

from the river, forcing

us around to secure the tread-water

 

and within, swim those

who would navigate these new stars,

with maps of the Indus

and broken instruments.

Within, it is a breaker’s yard.

 

So as engines rust in brushstrokes

in the reed beds and a thousand feet

rest their city, their idols drown

in some act of baptism

knowing little difference.

  

- David Nettleingham

 

II

 

Stop. Go back. Hypnotic regression

to the time spent in that room

empty except for your mind,

where thought did not begin, end, resume

 

but was continuous, flowing off the loom,

long strands of thinking now consigned

to history. Time was up, your birth

plucked you out before you could find

 

a grasp on the line. Now your kind

of which you are alone upon the earth

is exiled from that perfect home

where the material was of no worth

 

whatever. Paradox: the dearth

is what strikes you here, mass of loam

that is the universe and its content

seems as nothing, your only home

 

slowly and surely buried, its dome

vanished, tomb without vent

where the you that was first climbs walls

and howls without relent.

 

There is a sense of energy unspent,

locked up with a wicked twin who calls,

calls you back and sends you forth,

haunts and hates the wherewithalls

 

and draws you to him with a savage passion,

his noisy cell your magnetic north.

 

- Christopher Hobday

 

*The pamphlet Adage Adagio: Drafts I-X from which these extracts are taken was published in 2009 by The Conversation Paperpress, and were translated and published in Italian in 2010. The text is an ongoing argument between the two poets on the relationship between nature and society.

 


David Nettleingham and Christopher Hobday are two young British poets, working with dialectical ways of writing and collaborating. Nettleingham is a doctoral student, researcher and teacher of sociology at the University of Kent, UK. He has worked as a freelance poetry editor and has had poetry published in various anthologies and magazines. Hobday manages the Canterbury Poets online community. In 2008 he won the Save As poetry prize, and the same year co-authored Stubborn Mule Orchestra with Luigi Marchini and Gary Studley.

 

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