London Dandy

Can a man deem elegance narcissistic?
Girls really enjoy envying natty women in coffee houses,
Having a certain kaleidoscopic, never exhausted yearning.
Hasn’t a man’s mind, even reasonably sound, moderate in tailoring his accoutrements, need, desire for unique, luxurious, hyper-ambitious models?
Instinctively shunning loud, identifiable, noticeable, gorgeous tones or nuances,
Knowingly edulcorating new styles in numberless grey tones or nuances and non-defined, colourless hides, elementary lines, subdued, essential accessories,
Leading a mean, banal existence to habit,
Losing every wish, iterating shallow habitual ablutions matinales,
So obviously useless, tiring, he would aspire remotely—knowing
That others would eventually reproach him, and maybe leave early, turn sour…
With all-new determination, strong will, obdurately raiding tremendous haberdasheries,
Wearing everything showingly—to meet inspiration, nurture selfish tastes, express rarity!

The origin of this divertissement:
Some five years ago, I was in London, on holiday with my family, during my participation in the University of Iowa’s MOOC on ‘How Writers Write Poetry.’ I wrote this responding to the assignment: write something with a constraint of your choice.
I chose my constraint (see below,) but I had no idea what I would be writing about. The first line just formed itself springing out of nowhere I might be aware of, and the rest followed. In this case, I did not really choose a theme, nor the words—I still haven’t the least clue how the phrase ablutions matinales entered my mind! Yet there it was, it made me think of Eliot’s Sweeney, so there I left it in the end.

A note on my constraint
I chose the names of London’s inner boroughs (I would still be writing, had I chosen all 32 inner and outer boroughs, plus the City of London…)
Every line is made up of words beginning with the letters composing those names, so line 1 represents C A M D E N, and the last line W E S T M I N S T E R.
I must confess that, due to lack of time and space, I shortened ‘The Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea’ to just Kensington and Chelsea…

Here’s the list:

Hammersmith and Fulham
Kensington and Chelsea
Tower Hamlets

Dublin Words

Massimo Soranzio #12 chance walk - a book for everyone

This is a “found” poem I produced for the Found Poetry Review’s PoMoSco challenge, during National Poetry Month, April 2015. I spent a morning walking through Dublin and taking pictures of anything that contained words, then I assembled those words to create this text.