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These poems pause for the spectacle: cloning technologies, super-slo-mo photography, narcotic cab rides. Making fun of consciousness, they describe a system of tripwires, pitfalls and decoys that this notion of daily viewership entails. These poems are paeans to our facility for duplicity and self-deception, where the act of living becomes more and more like watching a film in which we play no role.
David Seymour
David Seymour is a former political editor of the Mirror Group, leader writer on the Daily Mail and council member of Britain in Europe.
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For Display Purposes Only - David Seymour
Hopler
Wild Lines
The best design survives
a narrative compulsion
Adhere to your personality and I
guarantee prediction
As you radiate I’ll collect you
analyze your information
When I tell you I love you
you smile like
Our old television advertising
a clearer HD television
There goes the apartment performing
accurate impersonations again
Our snuggly companion repetition
returns with a difference
Far more pleasurable
than pity or reprieve
Time is the classic dimension
and chronic plot point
We’ve hurt one another
and haven’t been sorry
I love you in the radiant sense
of you emitting duration
The best design dissolves
into behaviour
Our rooms, our bed, our windows
and unused corners
Bungled angles, disturbed dust
bunnies and flakes of us
Eyewitness Testimony
The man who was killed died. The gun
had gone ballistic in the parking lot. Up ’til then
all he’d done was have nothing to lose.
His hair was growing right out of his face.
Earlier, from the precipitate sky, hail the size
of golf balls pelted the clubhouse. Errant
hail-sized golf balls shanked the clubhouse
before the golfers ran for cover from the weather.
This occurred. On the fringe of suburbs
and their evident neighbouring. The cars
remained parked in the lot where he fell,
immobile necessary machinery.
The woman at the scene sporting leopard-print
spandex was way too realistic. She lacked
conspicuous panty lines. Her description,
though relevant, was weapon focused.
The report from the shots fired was heard variably
as a calendar sliding off a kitchen wall and the after-
vacuum of implosion. With decibel fluctuation,
distance and Doppler effect, reports varied.
Between the houses backing onto the tenth green,
aphids gathered all sounds within the 250-
to 45,000-cycle range of their tympana
and slept uninterviewed in the shade of hydrangea.
The passing cab driver had the largest
hippocampus among the onlookers, being
the least lost. This was scientifically proven
though need not be mentioned in the final.
Others were directionless – what they saw
they now knew had never not happened –
wondering how they had arrived here,
how here arrives. Post-storm light
struck the police cruiser windshield,
behaving as particles, or waves,
depending. Even as testimonials
hardened into notebook fact.
Plausible rival hypotheses
will arise in court. The incident
began more suddenly than the victim
expected, and will last much longer.
Clone
Four should be enough of me for me. No, three.
They might not easily apprehend, but they can do,
and doing’s the battle I get them to attend.
To send them out with grocery lists and day-to-days;
milk, bread, whatever I yen for between bread, they’ll even
plate it carefully so I can keep on teasing out this stuff.
Parties, several at once, they drink like cops
filling late-month quotas, engage the feckless
literati with The Phaedrus while I seduce their wives.
That means course enrolment. Tuition. Tough;
I learn to play guitar unburdened during
their job interviews. Finally fangle origami.
It’s a bit like being God, seeing myself from behind,
askance in the way you can’t but want to. The sum
of our actions define me while they live my lives
as though committing crimes. Lately we don’t look
each other in the eye. They’re not reading dictionaries
in the off hours. Unfashionably late, on the skive
at the local, making fools of me. Unviable.
Soon and earlier than they think, with such retrograde
expectancy, they’ll drown in the last air left them.
So it’s a waiting game. Time for a fresh start; tonight
I’ll hit the town and rake the coals they’ve left. I am
going to wear my favourite shirt, the brown one. Or am I.
Cyclops
There are envelopes with plastic windows,
they won’t stop searching for you. Feeling owed,
when the last shopper’s