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Zero Gravity
Zero Gravity
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My poetry covers a great range in verbal style, tone and subject matter. It is often markedly ironic and/or satirical, particularly when dealing with social or political issues. The poetry also tends to want to explore spiritual and/or philosophical questions, and can be seen to reflect the poets English ancestry (and literary heritage), his sense of the history and changing political landscape of South Africa, and to raise the great conundrums regarding the place of human beings in a cosmos that science is revealing is far stranger than we thought, perhaps stranger than we ever could have imagined. Lastly, the poems particularly those written over the last few years -- can show a somewhat playful, even irreverent, attitude to the idea of poets and poetry that we can characterize as postmodern, but which for all their playfulness and reference to popular culture raise concerns about the future of poetry and the human values with which poetry has always strongly identified, in our globalized, mass-media world of the sound bite and the visual image.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherXlibris UK
Release dateFeb 6, 2014
ISBN9781493140930
Zero Gravity
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Damian Garside

Damian Garside was born in a small town close to the city of Manchester in the North of England in 1953. In 1964 my family emigrated to South Africa, where, apart from a 3 year stint as a postgraduate student of English at Manchester University, he has lived ever since (the last 5 of which married to Modiegi). His interest in writing poetry began in the early 1980s. Since then he has written a great deal of poetry, particularly in the last few years, and had a number of poems published in South African literary journals and poetry magazines, as well as having a few anthologized in books such as The Paperbook of South African English Poetry (edited by Michael Chapman). At present Garside (who holds a Ph D in English from the University of Cape Town) teaches media, culture and communication on the Mafikeng Campus of North West University. Mafikeng is a town in the North West Province of South Africa that was once famous for the siege it endured during the Second Boer War (1899-1902) Zero Gravity is the first collection of Garside’s poetry to be published.

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    Zero Gravity - Damian Garside

    Copyright © 2014 by Damian Garside.

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

    Rev. date: 01/17/2014

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    CONTENTS

    Whole

    101

    And in this Dream not a Line Went Missing

    Visa or Master

    Wake

    Way

    Wet

    When it Comes to Big Bang

    Without Parallel

    Writ

    Writing Poetry This Day

    X (for Xmas) marks the spot

    I put it to Socrates

    At the Border Crossing

    Cavalier

    Conjugating

    In Taung

    La Luna

    Not Strictly According to Pythagoras’ Theorem

    Once Upon a Forest

    Selfsame

    Copernican System

    Not Being Particularly Committed to Dualistic Thinking

    PLANETARIUM

    A Love Poem with an Even Stranger twist in the Tail than Most

    LOST, PRESUMED BURNT

    In the Bone

    And of the Vertigo of Poetry

    State of Grace

    Hard as I try

    Rite of Passage (Magaliesberg, 3 December 2003)

    TRESPASS

    Sometimes I get held up too, Mr. Frost

    PRESSURE (OF A BAD NIGHT’S DREAMING)

    POEM ON THE EQUINOX

    Frissance

    Within an Inch (Poem Written for Read-only Memory)

    Libretta Pulling out all the Stops in her Quest for the Sanctity of High Officialdom

    Poem Number Nine (Saved from the Weight of Resurrection)

    Obsidian

    Viva the Last praise Poem Viva

    Casanova Poem Numero Uno

    Flame Flowers

    Come to Think of It

    Poem for Denise

    Should the Cap Fit

    Catullus at the Tape

    If Philip K. Dick had Written the Iliad

    Poor Choice

    Spectrum Analysis

    Love Poem Number Two

    Pax Romana

    Nicely Divided

    Rhythm Section

    Graduation

    FOR WHAT IT’S WORTH

    Death Swish

    POEM FOR LUCKY DUBE

    If JM Coetzee had Written The Iliad

    Café Lite

    Dim

    Medallion

    Fire

    For Richard Dawkins

    Where are you now, Vladimir Mayakovski?

    Still Life

    All Along the Axis of Selection (for Imraan Coovadia)

    POEM FOR ANDRE BRETON

    If Suresh Roberts had written the Iliad

    Reading Close Readers

    Oilman

    Poem for Wilfred Owen

    As I Like to Put It (for Daniel, on the birth of his first child)

    Out of the Woods

    Spider in Absinthe (Absinthe Spider)

    At the Grave of Giovanni Jacopo

    Lower Case

    Vow of Poverty

    Verse Blank (for Modiegi)

    Ride (for Modiegi)

    Slice (of Life)

    Speaking of Lambs

    Tickle

    Gaudeamus

    Short

    Mamang in Taung

    Intellectual Property

    Piece of the Puzzle

    PASTORAL

    FOR DEIRDRE

    Time Trek (for Stanley Kubrick)

    The Triumph of Self-Destruction

    The Message

    If Vidal Sassoon had Written the Communist Manifesto

    Fabric (for Brian Greene)

    False Bay Poem (false poem in False Bay)

    Without Batteries

    Set in Tibet

    Sojourner

    General Orders

    Observed Pedalling Against the Flow on the Road to Westville Pavilion

    Poem for Ryuichi Sakamoto

    Pop Goes My Weasel Theory

    A Little Long John Silverish

    Air Power

    Claire Libra Re-revisited

    Damned Shepherds (being my little essay in political pastoral)

    Fine edge

    If Luis Bunuel had Written the Iliad

    Lady of the Lake as Hindu Metaphysician

    Mixed Blessing

    Prudentia Juris

    Free, Fair Territory

    Beyond Comparison

    Darkness at Linz (Poem as Watercolour)

    Upside Down Man Walking Beneath a Blood Moon

    Beneath the Trees

    Big Brotha

    Catullus Remix

    In Our Red World Down Here

    If Only (Life Were Like a Woody Allen Movie)

    Of Cloudy Nights and Garbo Complexes

    With Not the Slightest Idea of Special Relativity

    In the Rhyming Logic of Contemporary Poetry

    Don’t Try This At Home

    Everything that is the Case

    Honey Pot

    False Bay Fish

    Enough

    First People

    Not the Deepest Hole in the Universe

    For Lesedi (my student who was killed in a car crash on the eve of her graduation)

    Bra Ted

    The Nature of the Argument

    Bombmaker, Thief

    If Julia Kristeva had Written The Odyssey

    Miners

    Castagno’s The Young David

    In Mocoseng

    His Epitaph: Our Most Accomplished Poet

    Shield

    Poem Written During an Imaginary Crossing of The Golden Gate Bridge

    Desert Flower

    Pandora

    Newton

    Harvest

    Fingamus Igitur

    In my Painting

    Like Lichen

    Set Piece

    For J

    Donut

    In a Whisper

    Sappho

    Stegosaurus

    Storm

    Send me a Message

    TV Studio Bird

    The Pieces

    O, For a Muse of Ice

    Loop Poem

    Dark English Heart

    Let the Poem Fail

    For Cuckoos

    O Prospero

    Rorschach Coyote Story

    Blarcseb

    Exception to the Rule

    All Praise to the (Reel) Eel (I Feel)

    Short Poems (some untitled)

    WHOLE

    A needless Alexandrine ends the song,

    That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.

    Alexander Pope: An Essay on Criticism

    There is nothing treeish about the word tree.

    Nothing fruity about the word fruit.

    And nothing serpentine about

    the word snake

    whose mental concept has

    already wrapped itself

    around my arm

    whose hooded head is raised,

    about to strike at, then

    swallow my pen

    devour it

    whole.

    There is nothing worth bracketing about the word being.

    Nor any point putting scare quotes around what foreshadows death.

    101

    postmodernism 101

    will be written

    in the mirror room

    (so make sure you look good before entering

    the examination)

    the notes for chaos mathematics 101

    will be sent to all students

    on butterfly wings

    (please note that students will

    not be allowed to

    steal other students’ fractals)

    the surrealism paper (part

    of creative writing 101)

    will be written with pens

    and

    paper should

    the student deem this

    entirely necessary

    and those writing

    the master’s examination in

    Zen haiku

    please note that you

    will be pressed for time, the

    allotment is a mere

    hour for

    every precious

    syllable.

    AND IN THIS DREAM NOT

    A LINE WENT MISSING

    All along they suspected that he had been reading poetry.

    Quietly; on the sly.

    Thus when they

    dragged him down to the cellar

    for hypnosis

    the crucial question was one of missing time and whether

    it would take heavenly regression through hellish childhood

    to find every smidgen or iota that can be found

    passing through, so to speak, every

    protective membrane

    until

    we have the code, the key like

    something stored on a microdot

    like the headland of an island

    suddenly visible

    secret squeezed out of something

    next to the near-nothingness of a grammatical stop.

    VISA OR MASTER

    I espied Socrates

    loading his trolley in the supermarket

    wife Xantippe flashing

    new hand-bag

    rubber wheels groaning

    under so much bulk saving

    wishing to accelerate

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