Question & Answer 3 – Sarah Cave

Question 3

Is this
……..[th[th[this]is]is]
just noise

……………………verbs as weapons
as ammo?
……..ammo…………….mu………..nition.

Or are we creating
……..some
(READ ALL)…………….(never solar)
…………….sort of soundscape

that only
……..we
…………….[you[and]I]
can hear?
Here.

– Aaron Kent

Answer 3

sentence structure
refracting [river]
brackets
turning
the [river]
……………………here
only
……………………hear
underwater

[river…………….silence

Heraclitus, in gaiters, mutters ‘no [river]
………………………………………… no

…………………………………. no-[river]

traffic passing

explanations kept till end
of [river] holding hands

– a philosophical tract

still mimicking [river]
existence’

all of us [river]
a spider spins

Heraclitus in a reel above the [river] hyper[real]
skywriting the question……………………………………………………………………..‘What is [poetry]?’

[engine fault

oh and, river]
always with the

……………………[river]……………………………………………………………………..again and again and again

[river]……………. most likely
[river]…………….probably
[river]?…………….yes. maybe.

which way? the [……..]?

[river] says ‘find your own river’
deliberate obscurantist

Heraclitus weeps into a red-bucket
black-sky [river]

– Sarah Cave

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Question & Answer 2 – Sarah Cave

Question 2

I want to live
en les rêves des notre ours,
not the journal
or the memory of my
B…….L…….E
A…….K
attempts to reposition myself
as a series of blackout
pages sewn to the inside of my knee
cap…….LET
IT
SHATTER.

The dreams of a bear,
our bear,
a collective,
global
bear.
Wouldn’t that be fucked up?

– Aaron Kent

Answer 2

[Bear / Dream/ Symbol]

bear
is

bear
is……………………………………….priest
…………………………………………is

priest is
bear

at dusk
is

bear is…………………………………dusk is
flesh

no………………………………………bear is
none
no…………………………………….priest
one…………………………………….is
………………………………………..Ours
bear is
song

un –
/
…………………………………………coll-
…………………………………………ected

fantasy……………………………………mimetic

preservation……………/………………….act
of
self –

Bear / Dream / Symbol / Ours

collection

box…………/
the bear…………………………………at dusk /
the bear…………………………………is dusk /

thebear……………………………….is flesh

/ collective……………………………..nervous/
ticking /
worry/………………………………….un – stitching

/ panels /

distress
an act
/……………………………………….of self-denial

mimetic
= self………………………………………/

a priest’s
holy
orders………………………………………/

preserve Ours………………………………../ dreams

Surrealist

refiguration

/

mist rising
ice to water

/

Social-realist

transfiguration

/

sacrament

melts Ours……………………………….eager mouths
graphite wounds………………………..endless type

a keening act
………………………………………./ Morse code

midnight sound………………………….art replacing
…………………………………………..Evensong

for Shipping……………………………../ Forecast

it might never be, murmurs Ours

– Sarah Cave

Question & Answer 1 – Sarah Cave

Question 1

When I think of you
and remember past poetry performances,
I always think of polar bears
and
the
artic. Ice sheets progressing through harmonies
as they shrink under the feet
of crystal clear Fox’s glacier mints.
Why is this? Why would I associate
you with such imagery? Do you associate others
with ideas you can’t quite pinpoint?
I’ve no chords for you, but a freedom and space to
hear things falling softly into outer space.

– Aaron Kent

Answer 1

I am a seer in clown-costume, so the joke goes, and I befriend a polar bear playing an accordion
on the underground. We make our way to St Paul’s, there

she and I fall in love

somewhere between the Southbank and the City
both of us ex-patriots – our lands for sale – –

in the turning doors of the cathedral I weep
………………………………………..and the bear
…….well, the bear
she prays
in the Lady’s Chapel

incense is our unknown musk of ox

she pays the fee and says ‘everywhere is a city.’
I appropriate her sentience, lead her to the altar,

I am Honest John – a fox in man’s clothing –

I try to sacrifice her

to say something
………….about myself………………..she begs for alms
her paws reveal a poem that shows me all

our poems are untranslatable

a taut geometric web
of ice
that grows and melt

a chord structure

she lumbers up the aisles shredding the books of common prayer as she goes

I stroll – taking note – sketching her mad-bear outline

o, bear open thou my lips
and my mouth shall shew forth thy praise
o, bear make speed to save me

(cutupprayersandbearnoises) (cutupprayersandbearnoises) (cutupprayersandbearnoises)
(cutupprayersandbearnoises) (cutupprayersandbearnoises) (cutupprayersandbearnoises)
(cutupprayersandbearnoises) (cutupprayersandbearnoises) (cutupprayersandbearnoises)

..I collect the words ………………. the triptych that falls between us………….in an empty bag
of Fox’s glacier mints.

– Sarah Cave