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Bridge # Words In Ears #3 Mortality & Immortality

April 9, 2015 @ 7:00 pm12:00 am ICT

Bridge # Words In Ears #3 - Mortality & Immortality

This third installment of Bridge’s new spoken word event is brought to you by the words “MORTALITY & IMMORTALITY”.

We want your words for this organic free format platform.

Come and share your original poetry and prose. Write or improvise something specially for the evening or select a favourite work by another author. Invite feedback or shun it. Read in your own language or someone else’s.

Let us know in advance if you want us to add you to the line-up, or just turn up and introduce yourself on the night if you’d prefer to go incognito.

Expect an intimate and supportive atmosphere. New wordsmiths and old hands are welcome to speak.

“death wants more death, and its webs are full:
I remember my father’s garage, how child-like
I would brush the corpses of flies
from the windows they thought were escape-
their sticky, ugly, vibrant bodies
shouting like dumb crazy dogs against the glass
only to spin and flit
in that second larger than hell or heaven
onto the edge of the ledge,
and then the spider from his dank hole
nervous and exposed
the puff of body swelling
hanging there
not really quite knowing,
and then knowing-
something sending it down its string,
the wet web,
toward the weak shield of buzzing,
the pulsing;
a last desperate moving hair-leg
there against the glass
there alive in the sun,
spun in white;
and almost like love:
the closing over,
the first hushed spider-sucking:
filling its sack
upon this thing that lived;
crouching there upon its back
drawing its certain blood
as the world goes by outside
and my temples scream
and I hurl the broom against them:
the spider dull with spider-anger
still thinking of its prey
and waving an amazed broken leg;
the fly very still,
a dirty speck stranded to straw;
I shake the killer loose
and he walks lame and peeved
towards some dark corner
but I intercept his dawdling
his crawling like some broken hero,
and the straws smash his legs
now waving
above his head
and looking
looking for the enemy
and somewhat valiant,
dying without apparent pain
simply crawling backward
piece by piece
leaving nothing there
until at last the red gut sack
its secrets,
and I run child-like
with God’s anger a step behind,
back to simple sunlight,
as the world goes by
with curled smile
if anyone else
saw or sensed my crime”

Charles Bukowski


April 9, 2015
7:00 pm12:00 am ICT
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Bridge Art Space
Soi Charoen Krung 51, Yan Nawa, Sathon,
Bangkok, 10120 Thailand
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