I had another poem published, a little while ago. This one is called, “The Future” and it was published in a beautiful anthology called 404Ink, which is also the name of a new(‘ish) independent and alternative publishing house, based in Edinburgh and run by Laura Jones and Heather McDaid. You can find out more about 404 Ink here.
404Ink (the magazine) has themed issues and the theme for issue 2 was “The F-word“. You should buy a copy – it’s a lovely collection. Usually, I struggle to write poems with specific themes. My process relies on certain key stimuli (usually, though not always, something I’m reading) triggering the idea for a poem – and it’s hard to force the process or direct it towards a specific theme or idea. This time however, as luck would have it, I had a poem which fitted the theme already written and ready to go. This is it:-
The future is a ‘two for one’ deal when you
can’t afford to pay for one. It’s a discount card
for a store where you can get a third off as long
as you spend more than you can afford. The
future is an opportunity to consume the same
products you consume today, repackaged with
a new logo, and a heart-warming message from
an anime goldfish.
The future will let you be special in the same
way as everyone else is special and to stand out
by fitting in. You won’t dress differently, in the
future, but you will feel different about the way
you dress. There will be more youth cults for old
people, to deconstruct and de-contextualise and
remind us all that things were always better in the
In the future, facts will be rendered obsolete
and your opinions will be substantiated by the
number of ‘likes’ you are able to gather on social
media. Decisions about the future will be made,
based on the views of “so-called experts”, weighted
according to the brand of soft drink they promote
and their ability to succeed in a series of televised,
The future will provide an ironic commentary
on the future, as it unfolds, spooled out over
screens and streams and social-media feeds.
It will be re-mixed, re-formatted and re-imagined
in real-time, while a nation ‘Oohs’ and ‘Aah’s over
the latest display of interactive, artisan baked goods,
cooked up on a conveyor belt, in a factory, in
In the future, everyone will have a safe space,
and everyone will be confined to their safe space,
during curfew hours, this will be for your comfort
and protection, to ensure that, in the future, no-one
has to rub up against a dissenting voice or opinion,
which might otherwise challenge your deeply held
belief, that no-one understands you quite like you do.
The future is an opportunity to opportunistically
re-frame your idea of the future, according to
whatever personal beliefs or ambitions you may
hold, and then to blame everyone else when your
vision of the future – just like everyone else’s vision
of the future – fails to come true.
(P.S. In the future, your voice will be a small voice,
assembled from found words in forgotten places
and broadcast over a dead channel and it will be
screaming, “Wake up, Wake up, Wake up!
My log tells me this was written on 24 January 2017. From memory, I wrote two or three verses at work one day, then finished it off the following morning. There was at least one other verse, which has since been deleted. I can’t remember what it said.
This is becoming a fairly typical part of the process – particularly with longer poems. I write a verse – usually towards the start of the poem – which I really like and which often sparks most of the rest of the poem. Then – after a while and after looking at the poem as a whole, with as objective an eye as I can manage to bring to bear – I realise that my much-loved, ‘special’ verse doesn’t actually fit with what the rest of the poem’s turned out to be and has to be cut.
I call these ‘Moses verses’ – destined to lead the poem to the promised land but never to actually enter themselves. If you want to be a writer, you have to learn to kill your darlings – to realise that, sometimes, the bits that you like the best and which mean the most to you won’t mean much to the reader. Even more importantly, you have to understand that serving your own likes and preferences isn’t the same as serving the poem. Of course, sometimes, the opposite also applies. Writing’s a capricious beast, is what I’m saying, There. Are. No. Rules. Or, if there are, they’re only there to be broken.
“The Future” was inspired, very loosely by William Burroughs’ “Thanksgiving Prayer” (which you can watch here). It’s more about the delivery than the content – if you imagine the word “future” being drawled in the same, stately sarcastic way as Burroughs drawls “Thanks” then you’ll have some idea of what was initially in my head when I started writing this.
It’s intended to be funny. Not many people seem to find it terribly funny but that’s how it was supposed to be. It plays on a number of themes, such as the awfulness of consumerism (in particular, the Ouroboran relationship between consumerism, mass consumption and mass media), those dreadful talking-head re-caps on TV (on the 80s or children’s TV or the Handsworth riots) – which are usually little more than a bunch of C-List ‘slebrities’ (who are often too young to actually remember the thing they’re talking about, at the time that it happened) opinions about other peoples’ opinions, that they’ve read or heard about or whatever, and the way that companies try to disguise mass-marked goods with packaging which suggests that things are ‘artisan’, ‘freshly roasted’, ‘limited edition’ or ‘designer’ – when, in actual fact, it’s mass-produced like all the the mass-produced stuff on all the other shelves. (In case you didn’t know already “Shenzen”, which appears at the end of the fourth verse, is where they make iPhones in China.)
It’s a list poem, which is to say that it’s a list of thoughts/ideas/jokes/images rather than a narrative with a clear start and a finish – like “The Chair“. I’m not convinced that it’s finished. There’s always been something that’s nagged at me, that suggests that there’s either more to be added to it or something more that needs to be taken away. Decisions as to whether a poem’s finished or not don’t have to be final, I suppose. This one’s been published – so it’ll always exist, to some extent, in its published form but I can see myself coming back and changing it some day.
It was also a poem that I wrote to try and build a (slightly) larger collection of poems that would work better as spoken-word pieces, rather than on the page. I’m not entirely sure that it works, though. The few times I’ve read, “The Future”, it goes okay but it rarely seems to excite an audience much. Maybe six or seven verses of relentless sarcasm isn’t what people want from a spoken word performance? One thing it has helped to do, though, is to teach me that I need to work on variations in my speaking voice – that different poems require different voices. I’m not saying that I try and sound like William Burroughs when I’m reading this poem – a) nobody sounds like William Burroughs anymore and b) it’s poetry not karaoke. But it does seem to work better when I try and shadow Burroughs’ nasal drawl.
So, that’s “The Future”. I’ve got a couple of other bits out for consideration and I’ve also been doing some more readings. I’ve got my first, ten-minute feature slot coming up this Friday – 14 July – as part of Lloyd Robinson’s The God Damn Debut Slam, in the Banshee Labyrinth which I’m really looking forward to. You should come. It’ll be a blast.
This is the distance
between Descartes and
my outstretched hand.
This is the space where
And that’s okay.
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