The Cold Tap Sings

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Tag: Orange

AFTER THE FACT

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After the Fact

We live in a post-fact world.
That’s a fact. The perfumer
Is opposite the fishmonger;
Firethorns orange a hedgerow;
It is October in this poem.
Poets tell the truth with lies.
It is November in this poem.
We live in a post-fact world.

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HOW WONDERFUL ‘ORANGES’ IS / & LIFE

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A rare second printing of Oranges on display at The Poetry Library in London. ‘Frank O’Hara: Why I Am Not a Painter’ is on until 6th March. More info here.

OREANGE

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Aram Saroyan ORAENGE #Saroyan #ORAENGE

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Aram Saroyan mis/spells my favourite colour.

WRIST

Untitled, Domingo Martínez, 2015

Untitled, Domingo Martínez, 2015

WRIST

today could be about the word ‘wrist’
wrist silent double-u silent whisper
the way the sound wrist echoes
risk is each wrist doubled
you ask have you ever
seen the dark turn
orange neon
purple or
wrists
or purple
neon orange
turn the dark seen
have you ever you ask
is each wrist doubled risk
the way the sound wrist echoes
silent whisper silent double-u wrist
could ‘wrist’ be about the word today

Translator’s Note

Here is an explanation of the process that brought about this poem. I wrote down my first impressions of the artwork (above) – orange neon, wrists – before sculpting them into a triangular form, with the second half a blurred reflection of the first. The poem became an arrow pointing toward the word ‘wrists’, just as the artwork is an arm pointing to an image. The artwork had been ‘translated’ into a poem.

“EVERY TIME I WEAR ORANGE

I feel I am honouring O’Hara”
I thought on my lunchtime walk
and on my return
you couldn’t make this up
a biography of the poet
I’d bought on the internet
was wrapped in orange
the colour orange
this really happened

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