AWOL Week #10 Responses – Time

AWOL Week #10 Responses – Time

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This week’s topic was ’Time’. And to help you find your words, I’ve attached a YouTube link,

again. It’s a clip from a film by the artist/composer Christian Marclay, who put the film together

by taking pieces from hundreds of feature films, every one of which had a clock, watch or reference

to time in it. Amazingly, the film he made is in real time, in other words, it lasts 24 hours,

so if you began watching it say at midnight, all the timepieces in the film would be correct.

This clip starts at about 5.40, as you’ll see, and the only link between the clips is the time of day:

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AWOL Week #10 Responses:

81 Years Old   by Jodi Glass

81 Years Old

Nearly a century on, the scars still exist, metal mixes with mood

but the discoloured blue metal, draws the eye

the wood caved under 50mph winds

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Anderson shelters that protected 81 years ago, are concrete levelled sheds

protecting what is somewhat precious under lock and key

wooden sheds with water proof lids, couldn’t compare.

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What was meant to be temporary, are reused, refusing to bow to the winds

not all that is new will, will win out. Strength can.

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Keep calm and carry on,

there is light at the end of the tunnel.

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Jodi Glass

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Waiting….   by Kathy Low

Waiting….

                    What are you waiting for he said 

                    I won’t be long she said 

                          (standing, near the tree, waiting.

                            well, so what?

                            It doesn’t mean anything.

                            Anyone can stand near a tree)

                               Do you want to wait with me?

                               Maybe. I’ll wait a while and think about it.

                               There’s not much to see is there

                                  just the road and an empty car park.

                               There’s not much cars eh?

                               What are we waiting for?

                               Who?..

                               What’s in the bag?

                               Look.    I have potatoes and a clock.

                               I see.

                               Have you wound the clock? 

                               It’s got an alarm, but I don’t need that.

                               The second hand seems to be moving quite slowly.

                               I know.

                               Have you been waiting long?

                               I have always been waiting.

                               ….always waiting for something,  some revelation.

                               Do you know what I mean?

                               Yes.

                               No! You don’t. 

                                  Is this a bus route?

                               The last bus didn’t stop. That was 19 35

                               Last night?

                               No.

                               The bus service is not good

                               There’ll be one along in a minute. 

                                I’m tired.

                                I’ll sit on this rock,

                                I like the rock, it’s like home to me.

                                What?…..oh…..wait.

                                          Look, I’m not waiting any longer.

                                          I’ll leave you here.

                                That’s fine. please yourself. I don’t care. it’s nearly time. do what you like!

                                                                                                                              I’m waiting. 

                                OK. goodbye.

                                Goodbye, 

                                                and anyway,

                                                                     …..it’s too late now…..

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Kathy Low

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Deniable Fiction   by Peter Marshall

Deniable Fiction  

‘I know nothing of days of the week’ Pip

‘and nothing of weeks of the year’ Dickens penned.

Gives time-cycled few a hint and a tip

that he in aberrant way could life bend.

We use deniable fiction to tell

other kinsfolk we exist and go back.

Sometimes we live through periods of hell,

try next time round to take different tack.

True love lives once, though our feelings so deep,

each life we strive for perfection of bliss;

know in the long run no joy can we keep

and must start again towards that first kiss.

So few as we are, thrown back and reborn,

repeat life, loss of memory we scorn.

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‘The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August’,

enjoyable book gives the whole game away.

Even when told beyond doubt what she must,

far from code of conduct author did stray.

‘Making History’ retains some mystique

as Fry this time chose to work and display   

and be quite diverse and rather unique

using a long spoon to taste of life’s fray.

Of me: well, my darling still I’ve not told,

chocolates and smiles upon her I heap.

It’s kinder to make sure facts to withhold,

my life’s repetition would have her weep.

A bunch of numbers I’ve long made recall,

so July’s lottery, I’ll win it all.

2020 05 27  Peter Marshall

win it all

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Distillation of a Mantra   by V. Rivers

Distillation of a Mantra

I refuse to see welcome as threat, because of the harm in the past

I refuse to see welcome as threat, because of the harm in the past

I refuse to see welcome as threat, because of the harm in the past

I refuse to see welcome as threat, because of the harm in the past

I refuse to see welcome as threat, because of the harm in the past

I refuse to see welcome as threat, because of the harm in the past

I refuse to see welcome as threat, because of the harm in the past

I refuse to see welcome as threat, because of the harm in the past

I refuse to see welcome as threat, because of the harm in the past

I refuse to see welcome as threat, because of the harm in the past

I refuse the past

I see harm

I see threat

I welcome the past

I see the harm in the past

I refuse the harm in the past

I see welcome in the past

I refuse harm

I see welcome

I see

I welcome.

V. Rivers

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Time – Dandelion Clocks

Time – Dandelion Clocks

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