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Sunday Morning Poet:  Duncan Jones The Sunday Morning Poem is, Music and Movement

Sunday Morning Poet: Duncan Jones

The Sunday Morning Poem is, Music and Movement

by Duncan Jones, Poet in Residence
first published: October, 2023

approximate reading time: minutes

"Some people of certain age will remember the TV programme Music and Movement..." Duncan Jones at the Outsideleft/Bear Books, Bookshop day event

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The paths of this week's Sunday Morning Poet, Duncan Jones and Outsideleft first crossed at the infamous David Benjamin Blower Outsideleft Night Out at the fabulous Why Not Coffee shop in Bearwood back in 2019. Oh What A Night! Duncan has become a firm friend of Outsideleft and sometimes contributes his highly regarded poems, here and there and essays, of which Duncan's piece on the business of talking in pop tunes (Speaking and Singing at the Same Time, April '21) is not be missed... 

Music and Movement

Lungs clagged outside

       sucked smoke
  blown out as amulets

                     excremental air

        Yellow sacs are full
      with people weights

 a breather

             unseen caking
          secret stalagmites

              Fishes in blood are blind

         His bloated neck in heat
              a fat key jangle            

 sleeping tache          where
      the windowless eyes

   Us against        poverty romance or
     fucked and ready dignity

 Meandering in and out
           of stupid garden

Her with jewelled eyes
        and then bleak eyes and then
   jewelled again

           her heart her hate aflutter
              her hurt her
      hysterical hair map

Medical witnessing
                        at a chatter pace

     Decay-stained valentine, curled
                where the plumbing



"We don't go
to the disco"

 And the dank old
           in the cold old
    Brythonic dropped clouds

From the back window, The Shadows:
              "Wonderful Land"


© Duncan Jones

Duncan Jones
Poet in Residence

Duncan has lived and worked in Birmingham for over forty years. He does things with words and pictures.

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