Friday, March 21, 2008

Opening lines
(from the poetry of WS Graham):

Imagine a forest

I leave this at your ear for when you wake

Whatever you've come here to get

Shut up, shut up. There's nobody here.

Meanwhile surely there must be something to say

I called today, Peter, and you were away.

This morning I am ready if you are

Gently disintegrate me

Just for the sake of recovering

I have my yellow boots on to walk.

Take Matthew Sweeney's workshop in dramatic poetry (from where these openings are taken) here.