OK now I’m not so paranoid about people nicking stuff from here I’m going to put more poems on. I’ve got loads more that I wrote in a prolific period over the summer. Psychosis has its uses…
Here’s one about plastic surgery. I’ve put a video on Youtube of me reading this one. I don’t appear to great advantage on camera tho the one of me on TV is much better. Just type Liz Gray in to Youtube and it’ll all come up.
16th Birthday
Your life is almost over
you’ve had your preschool years and ten
Start saving for the surgery
you’ll need for getting men
The candles that you’ve wished for
are burning at both ends
you light one in your memory
You’re trying to make amends
Enrolling for celebrity
you major in derision
your career is almost over
when you flick the television
Get lost along the highway
you’ll be rescued by the knife
as you hurtle towards birth
end the cycle of your life.
………
As you will no doubt gather, plastic surgery is a practice I abhor. I have another poem about it which ends:
Imagine a knife
cutting
a human face
for ever.
This if of course an echo of George Orwell’s vision of the future (”if you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face – for ever”. He always was a miserable git. Some of his characters make me want to scream. Not Winston Smith though.)
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I have come to the conclusion that what matters more than anything is to be oneself. In the deepest sense. Good night! Sleep well. Don’t have nightmares, as Nick Ross used to say. And how true.
Tags: 1984, nightmares, plastic surgery
