And you were that paradox, but finally wednesday arrived. it was time for the coffee festival youd organised. Who said ‘waiting is unpleasurable?’ Not Nietzsche! And doesn’t coffee solve all paradoxes? (Except those concocted by Kafka.) I scratch my head and turn myself inside out. Pure beauty is holographic, therefore my imperfections make me unique bean ssssshhhhht crushed completely by such imperfectly executed anticipation: flawed, flawed as paradoxes can be, the imperfect imperfection – a treat digested space and welcomed your absence folded time into a neat little napkin, placed it next to the half filled coffee cup, and the creamed cheesecake on the white plate I wanted to shout ‘Cheque’s in the mayo!’ but you had mustard my courage and tongued my cheek as I walked into the street of no path and you you were that mysterious Cat alive and dead at once, for once i wondered alound instead of alone about the meaning of your pain i took another draught of morning’s black friend, and turned the page of Pet Semetary but my mind was thinking about you, your hands in the light like tomato sandwiches, left outside overnight to mould in the purple garden tensed like water supporting air a furry concave meniscus, rippling … Eating commas and bonbons. saccharine smouldering and gurgling for pardon i felt i knew how this was going to end, even before i had forgotten your name for the third time
31.1: POST-EPICReleased 1 December 2009 - 1 August 2010
Index of Poems
Editor/ Producer: David Prater
Each of the poems in this issue starts with a line from a poem in EPIC. All lines are in fact comments that were added by readers. Scroll down each page to find out who wrote what! Or read the post-epic post-mortem.