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Chris Underwood is a member of the English and Comparative Literature department and is currently studying BA English Literature (3rd year). He was Born and raised in a London overspill town in Suffolk and relocated to the capital to study and gain work experience with an eye to a career in the publishing industry.

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In The Courtyard

This poem was written as a response to the Plundertronics-esque vocal composition called ‘Visage’ by Berio. The garbled, chaotic almost unhinged…

On the shores of the black lake
We all stand muttering, jabbering as we
Bicker and dicuss amongst ourselves
The endless possibilities of non-existence.

Our words drip like liquid-crystal blood
From our mouths to the ground
Where even the microscopic filth
Melts into a tide of empty freeze-frames.

Swamped in life-soaked fallen feathers
Each of us sleeps soundly amongst
Verminous rocks huddled for warmth
Against the wind that lingers in our bones.

Lazy, demented, reverse ripples littered
With lethal traces of leaden light spread
Out from out our sunken self-eaten eyes
To hunt, conquer and occupy
That place we dread must but already inhabit.

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I have never read a better description, in poetic form, of the state of mind of people in deep depression. I hope for the poet’s sake this insight comes from artistic empathy rather than purely personal experience ...

Fantastic poem, whatever.

Posted by Rory

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