Shearsman 55: C. P. Crowther

Shearsman 55

C. P. Crowther

Two Poems

Eagle Stone

This will hurt you
heart:
ingoring cut.

You pace
the tasks of blade,
flesh-bored like I am.

Slash slash
pause.
Ignore lost blood.

Wave it on.
Lesions
soon welt over.

Shut down
the aetiology
of scar.

It's my skin,
my thin iron,
I dig through

toward the loose
nucleus,
eagle stone,

sawing the curt
red edge
of words.

Forthcoming Titles

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words selected randomly each day from the artist's original brief to create a
wallhung definition of death
Titled:
Today's Definition of Death

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medical plates of the dead brain collected from assorted hospital archives
Titled:
Dead Head Shots, Interior

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plaster casts of the artist's family and neighbours in appropriate shades, hung as
domestic decorations. Marie has her eyes open.
Titled:
Memento Marie

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street names which refer to, imply, name or euphemise the notion of death
Titled:
Short Cuts

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photographic studies of flesh lit to illuminate death blows
Titled:
Shiners

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technologically-inspired sadomasochistic fetishes that have caused death each
with linked tabloid headline
Titled:
Thumbscrew to Palmtop

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constant-play video recording of the artist and an unnamed celebrity in a
conversation constructed wholly of phrases used by the famous when dying
Titled:
I shall Make an Attempt to Fill the Void

Claire Crowther is completing an MPhil in Writing (Poetry) at the University of Glamorgan and has had work published in a variety of UK and American magazines. A pamphlet appeared from Flarestack in May 2003.

[Note: The eagle stone, fabled to be found in the eagle's nest, is a hollow nodule of argillaceous oxide of iron. It has a loose nucleus.]