Writing, just writing.
Can’t write too deep.
Must write lightly.
Tread lightly.
Mustn’t crush those tender, delicate eggshells surrounding the ruler.
Mustn’t ruffle any feathers.
Heaven spare me if I cause a royal panty to bunch.
Keep in step –
Left! Right!
Left! Right!
Don’t skip a beat!
Don’t forget who you owe it all to!
Don’t ever waiver in your service lest ye be ready to feel the wrath and fury of a man more contemptuous than any ever before known.
Do you think you can bear it?
Can you take it?
Don’t ask questions!
You should already know the answers.
Or have you forgotten to brush up on your telepathy skills?
Damn you!
There you go letting the master down again.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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