Before Digital

By Mike Bell Poetry 1 comment

Revox B77 - high or low speed -
from my easier analogue ways
before everything got too fast... /


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Labouring Under

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There are no greater spurs to human indecency
than cheap shortcuts to wealth

be they lotteries or lies - they are muted calls
to hard work - to tilth
.../


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Bālal

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Feel a shrivelling suck below -
succumb to being blown-off by intimacies
on an ever-connected held screen
.../


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Words Burn

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

VLADIMIR: You should have been a poet. ESTRAGON: I was. [Gesture towards his rags.] Isn’t that obvious. [Silence.]  Waiting for Godot. Samuel Beckett A whole ninety-eight cents have recently been credited to my low-tide bank account from Yanks’ penny clicks on my must-do-better lines in newly-hewn sob stories without no strummed blues which now appear...


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The Reading Room

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

We are looking about at a screen-stuck-to silvered generation of eye-glued viewers in trawl-warmed hands Those old phone huggers sit logged in to online’s click-bait refuge of tittle-tattle and gossip and foreign muckiness under scrolled fingering for rolled eyes of delight and instant connectedness to others’ risen anger Those mobile surfers ride on a curl...


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Lossy

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

So this internet thing – it is not perpetual – those coded points are subjected to atrophy by compression – of post-reposts – a shrinking by interactions – a constant thinning – as offline moments thicken with time’s hand-hefted brushwork — see – original composition is super-fogged by varnished layers of obfuscations — My dark-slapped...


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Old Devices

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We'd race to get the telephone -
stating our number as rote taught -
our mother in her poshest voice
but rough for sister talk .../


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Browsing

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The room service maid knocks
but I am flat out
heat beaten
and living under AC rules ...


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Rising

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Google is Evil,
along with Facebook,
Instagram will f*ck you,
and Twitter will look..


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The Surveyor, Online

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Her screen offerings in selfless forms
adorned or bare - she shared her allure

Of course - he preferred her nakedness
which so shamed his own rucked flesh .../


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