The Games E-Book

Harry Josephine Giles

• Herausgeber: Out-Spoken Press
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 33

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

The Games is a book of play with language. In Scots and English, it mucks about with sound poetry, found poetry, computer-generated poetry, dirty poetry and others ways to blur and bust the borders of genre. Its themes are ecology, power and sex: how can you have fun in a system that's trying to take power away from you? The Games makes and breaks rules in an effort to live a full life in a full world.

Leseprobe

The Games

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Harry Josephine Giles

Published by Out-Spoken Press,

Future Studio,

237 Hackney Road,

London, E2 8NA

All rights reserved

© Harry Josephine Giles

The right of Harry Josephine Giles to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by them in accordance to section 77 of the Copyright, Design and Patent Act 1988.

A CIP record for this title is available from the British Library.

This book is in copyright. Subject to statutory exception and to provisions of relevant collective licensing agreements, no reproduction of any part may take place without the written permission of Out-Spoken Press.

First edition published 2018

ISBN: 9781999679200

Design & Art DirectionBen Lee

Printed & Bound by:Print Resource

Typeset in: Baskerville

Out-Spoken Press is supported using public funding by the National Lottery through Arts Council England.

The Games

Contents

Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect

Fields

Farmform

Caledonian Forest

Common Wealth

All Competitors Will Stop

Paragon Longreach Pioneer Triumph

Easy Grow Sunlite

Quality Aspects of Carrots

Free

Soil Profile

Strategic Plan

Rules

Pack

Greeting

Target

Skyline

Stonypath

Long Game

Rites and Wrongs

Benheids

Exhaustion

Acceleration

Translations

Vouels

Dratsi Bairns

O his mither he swallaed the milk…

On Cannie Rulan

Uncomplimentary

Erasures

Equally

If You Have No Other Option

Living a Normal Life

First of All

The Following Content is Acceptable

Spells

Abolish the Police

Sabbath

Thing-Prayer

Twa Bodies Speak on the Geological Record

Arcana

The Longing for One Thing from Inside of Another

Home-Charm

HRH

Bloom

Abolish the Police

Plays

12th December, The Promenade

21st December, The Meadows

25th December, The Scottish Parliament

31st December, Blackford Hill

4th January, Craigmillar Castle

8th January, Cancer Research UK

17th January, Adult Conceptions

23rd January, North Queensferry

3rd February, Ocean Terminal

14th February, Festival Square

Tae a Sex-Toy

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Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect

Knot ss ss sak: Thigirrutl Gond!

Be pusl but kimso bomarct,

Zinaly ye bis torndanyoghe,

Dau sosorv care,

Wap horns: aro alo oplk put,

Tig bran wowepple.

As trorcavand gromess gbo id;

Thaple withe e’er her ha wings

Opriter’d crong onfumeles face,

In the you.

Mud le! Qushe sen te ma wht shoad,

Heeaylsmyeul.

Sthe yo he’s fonere prt liabr!

Or be I pounitates, smee!

Burop thas fet snd sulik samat

Atheenenly qun,

Wi’ tisht scowontredrapr handon

D boowifaldd.

Her bend ae blos, I’ve auld him wize

The that e’s of Deasuree previle

Stan’ lemned mout her place ing samer

Just funere Mouse,

Wi’ simpletonor Grese, thath aff

Upow’riouste.

He neer tol made an’ Saun but worder

But them and par to fathem slaw;

His thine! Rightes abonna now,

Or wi’ as st.

Low stim’d, whate had, a fe’s shantrave

Tho’er IN WEE.

Ye leart an’ sets yet you, Tillocknie,

We’s to this they’ll Withe dom nanes chot;

An’ sooth ew’d biel pa ught bank hast

Somer’s pleat,

He’ll laight a dudding bosome coals,

Warms oss measure.

The sweet in could-like offer cracks,

Thou pay’t to fable in sic a man’s

The Thou lad ye can youthful fame

In tenting growth;

My fant aff care to arch, great head:

I visage Enjoyme.

The pinest Lore I cantranger metter,

Her sure foul represert ye thirring,

Mome days your play: ye can tho’ bred,

I lock, I mars?

Ev’n thou their lord the pointed Mice

Vaint Scotlang’s are us!

When loween a slee, and ye the tide out,

But tent up an’ prawl, an it earth

For soupleasure the gainstreams

The rascal may engage;

Gaed heart the wad na fight an yet

UPON WEE, stow!

Some merry drink they better were

Yon mixtie-maxtie, quiet an’ caups

When upward cam up, hap-step-an’-loup,

As lang’s the graces;

Ye hum away amang the win’s;

There’s sic a lunt.

Or if I slumber, fancy, chiel,

As ill I lisp an’ wines to gie,

But, Thou art good, and then Goodnight,

To reach selfish end;

My dearest of distill, your dear,

In Mailie dead.

But thou, ALL-GOOD, for some SCOTTISH MUSE