pp. 23

(The following was the product of a cut-up exercise during a workshop entitled ‘Creative Writing Accompanied By Book Art’, which I attended during the recent(ish) Guernsey Literary Festival 2015.  My ‘art’ was fairly rubbish.  This was the poem I came up with by mangling page 23 of the set text, Jeanette Winterson’s ‘Why Be Happy When You Can Be Normal?’)


our sky was
post-apocalypse happy
lost lost lost
we were losing, had lost
the one good thing.
the one good thing is an absurd sentence,
which is love of life.
the opposite of life and love.


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