tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242668242011-09-12T10:42:39.220+02:00Lauren McCarthyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05400419912199306271noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266824.post-1171818872750434412007-02-18T19:12:00.000+02:002007-02-18T19:14:32.750+02:00<div align="center">coming soon, spring 2007</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div align="center">'The White'</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">a collection from</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Poet Lauren</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">free copies avaliable for review, </div><div align="center">email</div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:poetlauren@hotmail.co.uk">poetlauren@hotmail.co.uk</a></div><div align="center">please provide postal address</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24266824-117181887275043441?l=poetlauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauren McCarthyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05400419912199306271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266824.post-1161079943404707872006-10-17T12:10:00.000+02:002006-10-17T12:16:06.890+02:00The Paris Bitter Hearts Pit Volume 3 (due out in oct.2006)<br /><br />featuring Lauren's poem 'Lost Sock Circus'<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.parisbitterheartspit.blogspot.com">www.parisbitterheartspit.blogspot.com</a><br /><br />Also featured in PBHP 3:<br />A Jataka Tale, as retold by Tom Bradley<br />Two Poems by Matt Finney<br />What Would You Do? By Fern Bryant<br />True lives of Hollywood script writers, by Bob ShortDavy<br />Coppelli, by Heidi James-Garwood<br />Lost Sock Circus by Lauren McCarthy<br />The Royal We by Peter Wild<br />Not here when they get here (leipzig) , by Matthew Wascovich<br />Free Particulars, by The Anonymous-Ex<br /><br />posted by vim cortez on the PBHB blog - link above<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24266824-116107994340470787?l=poetlauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauren McCarthyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05400419912199306271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266824.post-1161079635495684872006-10-17T12:02:00.000+02:002006-10-17T12:08:34.453+02:00Poetry Collection featuring Patrick Jones and Nicky Wire (manic street preachers)<br /><br />"Last wRites: Poetry inspired by the destruction of St. Davids Wood, Blackwood, Wales, Spring 2004."<br /><br />To buy a book (dontations go to Cancer Research) send £2 to:<br />Mrs I Jones, Greenfield Park Terrace, Woodfieldside Blackwood, S.Wales NP12 OEP<br /><br /><a href="http://www.manics.com">www.manics.com</a><br /><a href="http://www.nickyssecretsociety.com">www.nickyssecretsociety.com</a><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/nickywiressecretsociety">www.myspace.com/nickywiressecretsociety</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24266824-116107963549568487?l=poetlauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauren McCarthyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05400419912199306271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266824.post-1142877199394177262006-03-20T19:51:00.000+02:002006-03-20T19:53:19.403+02:00‘To Nana Mac’<br /><br />Your wedding dress<br />1938<br />Stored<br />In the attic<br />Eaves above<br />Where I slept<br />From 3 (when you died)<br />‘Till 2003<br />Did you take<br />The buttons<br />Off?<br />It fits me<br />Like skin<br />The colour of pearl<br /><br /> © Lauren McCarthy 2006<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24266824-114287719939417726?l=poetlauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauren McCarthyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05400419912199306271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266824.post-1142786552634946802006-03-19T18:37:00.000+02:002006-03-19T18:42:32.636+02:00‘King’s Sugar’<br /><br />King’s Sugar<br />Is bitter<br />To taste<br />Strangely<br />Soft<br />To touch<br />Queen’s Honey<br />Amber, Glass, Syrup<br />Sticky<br />Smelly<br />Sweet<br />Summer<br />Modern Nuns<br />Don’t keep bees<br />I know this<br />Because<br />Email exists<br />Praying 4u<br />Holy<br />Sista<br /><br />© Lauren McCarthy 2006<br /><br /><br /><br />‘Spores’<br /><br />Spores<br />Like the<br />Secret Garden<br />Infect you silently<br />Fruit Bodies<br />In the grass<br />In a ring<br />Kill or cure<br />Seeping poison<br />Via ostiole<br />Skin<br />Ripe<br />Picked<br />In the forests<br />Of Finland<br /><br />© Lauren McCarthy 2006<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />‘£20’<br /><br />Underbid<br />Antique set<br />Of twin decks<br />In brown leather<br />Box<br />Sellotape damage<br />Exposes<br />Suede<br />Like dead skin<br />On a<br />Grazed knee<br /><br /> © Lauren McCarthy 2006<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24266824-114278655263494680?l=poetlauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauren McCarthyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05400419912199306271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266824.post-1142786110615121972006-03-19T18:33:00.000+02:002006-03-19T18:35:10.616+02:00‘Cooker’<br /><br />Apple tree<br />Once in open meadow<br />Grew<br />Now in<br />Urban garden<br />Fenced<br />Full of children<br />In branches<br />All trainers<br />And swing tyres<br />Bark caught<br />In hair<br />Wasps burrow<br />In fruit<br />Footballs held<br />Out of reach<br />In canopy high<br />Above a little boy<br />And girl<br />And their friends<br />How old are you?<br />Big and aged<br />Solid<br />Smelling<br />Of wood<br />With<br />Unknown variety<br /><br />© Lauren McCarthy 2006<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24266824-114278611061512197?l=poetlauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauren McCarthyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05400419912199306271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266824.post-1142623191015623122006-03-17T21:17:00.000+02:002006-03-17T21:19:51.016+02:00‘Gift of War’<br /><br />Stained ruby port<br />Faux<br />Shagreen<br />Covered wooden<br />Box<br />Embossed<br />Gilt<br />Fleur-de-Lys<br />Border<br />Watermarks like<br />Dripped blood<br />Dried brown<br />Tarnished clasp<br />Intact<br />Hinges roll<br />Revealing<br />Dirty cream<br />Lining<br />Blooming<br />With blue ink<br />Roped<br />Padded base<br />Husks<br />Of perished<br />Fleas<br />In every nook<br />Perfume of time<br />Lifting<br />Soft<br />Lid silk<br />Backed in<br />French text;<br />SANCTIFICATION DU LEVER<br />‘ …les résoulutions que vous m’avez soutenez-moi par votre grâce, afin……<br />puisse dire de nous ce que l’ Evangne…<br />Jésus-Christ: Il a bien fait toutes….<br />Pour cela, il faut avoir soin de…’<br />(‘The decisions that you advise me support me by your grace in order to…<br />provide and tell us of the Gospel…<br />Jesus-Christ: he is good to serve you all…<br />For he needs to have care of…’)<br />‘…mais que toutes mes pensées, mes paroles…<br />tendent à l’accomplissement…<br />Jésus-Christ par…<br />trés-sainte Vierge, des sainte…<br />(‘…but that all my thoughts, my words…<br />holder of the accomplishments….<br />Jesus-Christ by…<br />Most holy Virgin, the saint…)<br /><br /><br /><br /> c Lauren McCarthy 2006 with French Bible text<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24266824-114262319101562312?l=poetlauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauren McCarthyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05400419912199306271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266824.post-1142622983887889022006-03-17T21:15:00.000+02:002006-03-17T21:16:23.886+02:00‘Light of Ages’<br /><br />Derelict but showing signs of life (a used condom, cigarette ends, empty blue syringe) a station platform high on a hill overlooking the City and its skyline of high-rises, office blocks and homes of industry and commerce, the sound of the traffic lifting and floating to the platform like the humming of an exotic bird, the buzz of a million killer bees. Alight Here For Railway Museum (what museum?) industrial estate, Asian taxi driver, greyness and waste in the gutter, rotting organic debris and diesel. Don’t light a match. And the storm is approaching, from this vantage point the city has a lid of mauve stratocumulus creeping downwards in milky ribbons pregnant with rain. But in this desolation and the chill, three rays of sun break through the cloud, great shafts of light, like heaven’s ladder, or an alien beam, spotlight the city miles apart, the whole sight is infinity.<br /><br /><br /> © Lauren McCarthy 2006<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24266824-114262298388788902?l=poetlauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauren McCarthyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05400419912199306271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266824.post-1142622660600764732006-03-17T21:07:00.000+02:002006-03-17T21:11:00.610+02:00‘Underneath My Clothes I Am Completely Naked’<br /><br />Latin is<br />Dead<br />She said; <br />Infra ego<br />Vestis,<br />In puris<br />Naturalibus<br />All<br />In our skins<br />Of oil and protein<br />Tissue soft<br />Opaque scars<br />Fine down<br />Over plucked<br />Under nourished<br />Embroidered twisted<br />Blue threads<br />Red<br />At once<br />Itch<br />Scratch me<br /><br />© Lauren McCarthy 2006<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24266824-114262266060076473?l=poetlauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauren McCarthyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05400419912199306271noreply@blogger.com