First published in The Etiquette Files in 2009, which was published by Holmesglen TAFE.
Christmas 2008
My wet hands
still resting on
the white, slatted door
I call out to the verandah:
"I like that about
your house - that
it's bad form to
be the one who
flushes the toilet."
Jillian's hands
still resting on
the weather-varnished chair arms
she turns her back
to the sun:
"If it's yellow
let it mellow;
if it's brown
flush it down;
if it's red
go to bed;
if it's black
call the quack."
It's summer in Hobart
and even the breeze
is warm with wine.
© Laura Smith 2009
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
archive: Some People continued
Below you'll find a video interview that I did for the project.
Kailyn Yong's blog about us meeting up to make the video below.
Kailyn Yong's blog about us meeting up to make the video below.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
archive: Some People
In 2010 I worked with RMIT students Kang Hee Dong and Kailyn Yong to interpret one of my poems into video form. This is part of the PROD (Poets Ride Online Dangerously) program, which is ongoing. Please see the site they created for the original videos.
Some People
They're not reviewers
who unfurl back row centre
who sometimes bring a notebook
or a friend.
Not Front of House staff
who loosen the back door
smile at the tech
and break training
to stand in the aisle
and block the fire exit.
Not the producer
who perches in an aisle seat
laughs once
twice
then leaves.
Not the comedian's mates
who dam-burst in
laugh over-loud at some jokes
and settle through the rest.
Not other comics
bringing the job with them
to the second row.
They're ticket holders.
They choose a row
five or six back from the front
three or four forward
from the back.
They walk to the end of the row
lull into the wall
like it's a dry place to come
and it's raining in every other room.
Some people
come to comedy shows
alone.
© Laura Smith 2009
Some People
They're not reviewers
who unfurl back row centre
who sometimes bring a notebook
or a friend.
Not Front of House staff
who loosen the back door
smile at the tech
and break training
to stand in the aisle
and block the fire exit.
Not the producer
who perches in an aisle seat
laughs once
twice
then leaves.
Not the comedian's mates
who dam-burst in
laugh over-loud at some jokes
and settle through the rest.
Not other comics
bringing the job with them
to the second row.
They're ticket holders.
They choose a row
five or six back from the front
three or four forward
from the back.
They walk to the end of the row
lull into the wall
like it's a dry place to come
and it's raining in every other room.
Some people
come to comedy shows
alone.
© Laura Smith 2009
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