Inspired by the phrase ‘streets that follow like a tedious argument’ taken from ‘The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock’ by T. S. Eliot. This now comprises a part of The Linkages Project |
… and the old city is a wasting of time there is nothing of value there
no return on that investment those twenty years of purgatude
spent with an aspirational heart every day from the beginning
when to walk that way was something fresh and new each pace
holding its own speed and reason much like here perhaps
here in this newer place with this newer purpose
so draped with the coatings now of experience knowledge
perhaps it is not the purpose that has changed not so very much
this though this is not that ancient wreckage with its labyrinth byways
foetid distractions those twisted streets that follow like a tedious argument
renewed afresh upon boulevards and avenues that open yawning black
in sickly honeyed invitation with each tempted visitation to that past no
this is newer ground these paths are fresh and open look up
that blue is the sky in this place it is mine yours ours if you wish it
you and me and the coloured blue of our own sky
no let us not go near to the old city
there is nothing there for us nothing
c. 2002
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