Rambling on my Mind
The ramblings of an English teacher, guitar fanatic and poet.
3 Jun 2015
Bone Orchard Poetry: Reuben Woolley
Bone Orchard Poetry: Reuben Woolley: re(:/-) birth if only there were some last reckoning , a slashed throat , a full blood offering we
5 Nov 2014
the elemental sequence
elemental
games
we take this body , this
passive solid &
change . we play
with fluids , piss
and plasma pump . we
breathe & rise , generate
sparks . 're just brief
dots in energy
dark expansion
until the dark
implodes
re-play
we take this body , this
passive solid &
change . we play
with fluids , piss
and plasma pump . we
breathe & rise , generate
sparks . 're just brief
dots in energy
dark expansion
until the dark
implodes
re-play
elemental
dystrophy
these bones need blood
to move . all those failed
sacrifices lacked
breath , were so
obvious . you
don't slit throats , eat
hearts to fly
on sharp flames
you fuck . you flourish
these bones need blood
to move . all those failed
sacrifices lacked
breath , were so
obvious . you
don't slit throats , eat
hearts to fly
on sharp flames
you fuck . you flourish
elemental
dependencies
after searching so long
for fire , bringing
flame , he found
you can't let go
of boredom , the next
breath & spurt of blood
a liver is essential
& death is forever
let's dance
after searching so long
for fire , bringing
flame , he found
you can't let go
of boredom , the next
breath & spurt of blood
a liver is essential
& death is forever
let's dance
elemental
prison
restricted
by bone , shaped
by blood
breathing makes you
delicate . it's in
your eyes I see
the rarities , the flecks
of gold . they do not
escape . they argue
till the sun darkens
& the bones lie down
restricted
by bone , shaped
by blood
breathing makes you
delicate . it's in
your eyes I see
the rarities , the flecks
of gold . they do not
escape . they argue
till the sun darkens
& the bones lie down
elemental
unbalance
no rain
these bones 're dry
& hollow . shake 'em
for luck , shake 'em
for blood . ain't no
glory in this
land . fires
on the mountain . hot
winds through parched
valleys . no cum
no more . no sweet juice
for life . only welding
plates for automatons
they don't breathe
no rain
these bones 're dry
& hollow . shake 'em
for luck , shake 'em
for blood . ain't no
glory in this
land . fires
on the mountain . hot
winds through parched
valleys . no cum
no more . no sweet juice
for life . only welding
plates for automatons
they don't breathe
elemental
harvest
collections of bones
give structure to blood . flesh
is an aggregate . no constant
factor & breathing
brings sparks like
fingers in sockets , lightning
in dead bodies . will this
monster obey ? or will they come
with bell & candle
sword & sickle
to make a final harvest
a final burning
collections of bones
give structure to blood . flesh
is an aggregate . no constant
factor & breathing
brings sparks like
fingers in sockets , lightning
in dead bodies . will this
monster obey ? or will they come
with bell & candle
sword & sickle
to make a final harvest
a final burning
elemental
times
all these crowded lines
of time , withered
& diminished
at each old moon . this
unglorious scree of pagan
flights looking
for a curse . this
de-constructed image
empty . limping away
false angler , bastard
king , certain members
less . I shall be nothing
in the aether . shall not
know you
it goes . it comes
all these crowded lines
of time , withered
& diminished
at each old moon . this
unglorious scree of pagan
flights looking
for a curse . this
de-constructed image
empty . limping away
false angler , bastard
king , certain members
less . I shall be nothing
in the aether . shall not
know you
it goes . it comes
elemental
ocean
listening to waves
whisper of whales
& stigmata of squid . words
pour down in time . trees
bend in deep green , hear
tales which flow
in sand
here
in every drop
of silent matter , these words
don't choose . they
swim in fire
burn myths
the ocean sings
listening to waves
whisper of whales
& stigmata of squid . words
pour down in time . trees
bend in deep green , hear
tales which flow
in sand
here
in every drop
of silent matter , these words
don't choose . they
swim in fire
burn myths
the ocean sings
elemental poet
words fall
on dry earth . blood
will shape them . breath
will voice them
bring fire
let them burn
into sight
have meaning
words fall
on dry earth . blood
will shape them . breath
will voice them
bring fire
let them burn
into sight
have meaning
elemental geography
this is a molecular
agreement , a temporary
positioning for future
moves . we watch
for tsunamis , wait
for flame
this is a molecular
agreement , a temporary
positioning for future
moves . we watch
for tsunamis , wait
for flame
elemental growth
is no god here . we
are not heathen
& heart is just
a cell construct pumping
blood for chemical exchange
I do not know
what a soul is , have
not measured it , but
somewhere
there is a spark
electricity
is no god here . we
are not heathen
& heart is just
a cell construct pumping
blood for chemical exchange
I do not know
what a soul is , have
not measured it , but
somewhere
there is a spark
electricity
15 Oct 2014
Ancient Heart Magazine: mis-fit
Ancient Heart Magazine: mis-fit: are times of interest , for new decisions , waking to different views . I have no rules & cannot fit shall not sign for safety & eac...
2 Aug 2014
Bone Orchard Poetry: Christine Murray
Bone Orchard Poetry: Christine Murray: #1 gold-bodied a beetle dives into muck and dirt a silica of glitter on his porch, his wing. there is no evidence of his home...
Brilliant work from Christine!
Brilliant work from Christine!
1 Aug 2014
22 Jul 2014
the king is dead arrived
Introduction by Chris Murray:
http://boneorchardpoetry.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-introduction-by-christine-murray-to_15.html?spref=fb
Preview poems:
http://boneorchardpoetry.blogspot.com/2014/07/a-preview-of-reuben-woolleys-king-is.html?spref=fb
And a review by David McLean:
http://mourningabortion.blogspot.se/2014/07/reuben-woolley-king-is-dead.html
You can get it from:
http://www.paraphiliamagazine.com/oneirosbooks/the-king-is-dead/
Or you can message me on Facebook or Google+ or send me an email and get a signed copy from me.
20 Jul 2014
My book, the king is dead, preview poem
orchard
I grow arms
& legs . a face
will appear & I
shall learn speech
if bleeding is needed
I'll open
the veins , bead
this orchard red
it will grow bones
this
is my graveyard . 'm
behind these stones
singing
with new lips . I grow
skin for these rites , coming
in profusion , renewing
dead earth
buy from:
http://www.paraphiliamagazine.com/oneirosbooks/the-king-is-dead/
I grow arms
& legs . a face
will appear & I
shall learn speech
if bleeding is needed
I'll open
the veins , bead
this orchard red
it will grow bones
this
is my graveyard . 'm
behind these stones
singing
with new lips . I grow
skin for these rites , coming
in profusion , renewing
dead earth
buy from:
http://www.paraphiliamagazine.com/oneirosbooks/the-king-is-dead/
19 Jul 2014
Bone Orchard Poetry: A Preview of Reuben Woolley's 'the king is dead' (...
Bone Orchard Poetry: A Preview of Reuben Woolley's 'the king is dead' (...: mountain poem writing on the edge . an awe full balancing , each word tight . no room for whims . no fears of fa...
15 Jul 2014
My book - the king is dead
My book - the king is dead - published by Oneiros books
See also the Facebook page
http://www.paraphiliamagazine.com/oneirosbooks/the-king-is-dead
See also the Facebook page
http://www.paraphiliamagazine.com/oneirosbooks/the-king-is-dead
3 Jun 2014
More poems published
http://www.boneorchardpoetry.blogspot.ie/
http://www.boneorchardpoetry.blogspot.ie/
A most excellent place.
http://www.boneorchardpoetry.blogspot.ie/
A most excellent place.
11 Apr 2014
Bone Orchard Poetry: Reuben Woolley
Bone Orchard Poetry: Reuben Woolley: echometry there is distance between me and me I can't see my shadow the echo stares back silent unblinking I don't measure...
30 Mar 2014
Bone Orchard Poetry: Reuben Woolley
Bone Orchard Poetry: Reuben Woolley: two no more straitjackets my head is overloaded and i can’t understand what they say it’s all tripos and trappers that...
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