Poem 95: Self-portrait in landscape

The landscape’s crumpled undulations
stand perhaps as some sort of metaphor.
It’s as if when god got to make me a muttering was heard:
stuff this, who cares about this one?
The blueprint was screwed up
and tossed to the ground.

You know, you know,
people snapshot it, they take pictures
of the blueprint as if it’s the beautiful thing,
and yet the scene proclaims…

(nothing really, it doesn’t matter).

The landscape’s crumpled undulations
are as green as anything; muddled as anything.
There is no old history.
There’s nothing to say the place is sacred,
this dude is home, this fellow’s holy,
this guy is worth half another look.

You know, you know,
people snapshot it, they take pictures
of the blueprint as if it’s the beautiful thing,
and yet the scene proclaims…

(nothing really, it doesn’t matter).

The landscape’s crumpled undulations
can be unravelled if anyone cares to loosen;
undo the screwed-up-ness, flatten the blueprint out.
But it’s munted, the twisted scene’s munted,
the blueprint’s screwed-up twice
and chucked to the ground.

You know, you know,
people snapshot it, they take pictures
of the blueprint as if it’s the beautiful thing,
and yet the scene proclaims…

(nothing really, it doesn’t matter).

Someday someone might pick up this bit of trash
and set it on fire.

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31 thoughts on “Poem 95: Self-portrait in landscape

  1. João-Maria

    I was about to reply to you, and I’m very happy with the alterations you made. This is beautiful, Bruce, and brilliant, truly. Moreover, it’s a precious beginning to this new cycle of yours. I apologise for my absence. I’m having a phase in which I can’t quite objectivise creativity as easily as most. I get fumbled, I’m a bit broken inside, you see? If you shake me, parts click about.
    I’m proud of have a hand in the resurgence of your poetic side. You are an incredible creator, and I urge you, no, I demand of you to continue composing. We all need a bit of you that isn’t construction, but deconstruction. I certainly do.

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    1. Bruce Post author

      Well my friend, I felt a bit bad about posting this without telling you – and in the end I thought by posting it the weight of having to comment might be lifted! Speaking of “a new cycle” I think this is only the first of three “self-portraits”. Maybe you have helped unleash a monster! Thanks for the comment João-Maria – it makes my day to see your gravatar appear on my blog and I know it’s always going to be encouraging.

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                    1. Bruce Post author

                      I am going to email you (but I’ve got a few jobs to finish first) but in the coming days – as I want to find out how or if things worked out… with the website stuff.

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  2. umashankar

    The poem is soaked in ‘munted’, metaphorical ruggedness of the mountains, forcing the reader to reflect on the wastefulness of the troubled expanse. The refrains lend it a certain force, and sadness. The closing lines are an abrupt exit from a restless dream. Thanks for writing poetry.

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    1. Bruce Post author

      Thanks Uma. Glad you got onto the word “munted” which I believe is not too common a usage elsewhere but I think it a marvellous sounding word! I think you’ve cottoned on to the poem as succinctly as possible – as you always manage to do.

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  3. Paul Beech

    Well now, Bruce, I was once a draughtsman in the power industry. My job was designing 11kV consumer substations for newly build supermarkets, factories and so on. And trying to fit all the gear into the often confined or oddly shaped spaces left by architects could be difficult to say the least.

    But the greater the challenge, the more I prided myself on the resulting design. Every substation mattered hugely. And I certainly never screwed up a blueprint and tossed it aside.

    Most emphatically, I’d never have trashed a blueprint for a power-house like you. I reckon you must be 32kV at least!

    Take care,

    Paul

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