Whilst at uni we did a module entitled 'Experimental Fiction' and out of the three years I think it was the most helpful, insightful and actually creative part of creative writing. Recently I have been challenging myself to do some more, so whilst I pluck up the courage to blog that here is one of my favourite from the module.
Neruda is a combination of my favourite parts of the module, taking something else and changing its phrasing and meaning with your own work to make something so much more remarkable. The following is a blend of Pablo Neruda and W.H Auden so forget about your breath and read aloud with speed, comments are appreciated:
Neruda
I run with the
hunted,
crave your
mouth-voice-hair.
I hunger,
the pale stones
of your fingernails
whole almond,
like your skin I
want to eat.
Snared at my
veins,
it’s about time
i think
you pulled them
out.
A vine,
compressing my
chest
heading west as
it
crawled inside
my mouth with
your bruises,
you know we all
wear them,
in my knuckles
clenched nails
in the swollen stones
his back.
Stand stand at
the window
in the basin
there there
water
dipped to the
wrists
as if
we could only
blame it on our
hands.
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