Along with reams of short stories, and longer attempts at fiction, I’ve written countless poems over the decades. The bulk were written in my teens and twenties and I literally have folders full of handwritten and typewritten compositions.
I’d been threatening to put a selection into print since the mid-90’s. I remember discussing it with an old girlfriend in ’95 but a number of things always seemed to stop me. Part of that was not really being sure if I wanted to share them with the world, part was never having the time to go through what was amounting to thousands of bits of paper – ranging from typed and formatted finished compositions to hand written stanzas on the back of paper bags, or anything I had at hand when inspiration hit.
A few years ago I finally got round to sorting out a collection and published them under the title “Wild Card Symphonies”. Consisting of three smaller volumes of my work, “Wild Card Symphonies”, “Cry To Me”, and “This Graveyard Heart”, the book totaled just over 120 poems. You can buy a copy (plug plug) through Lulu on one of the links at the bottom of the page if you like what you read and want to have more.
And the music plays
Hour by hour,
But the tunes I hear
I’ve all heard before.
Is there nothing new
From this machine ?
Can’t you give us something new
To inspire us all
To be alive,
To give us our hope,
To pour us the wine.
The one which you poisoned
As you crushed the grapes,
Like you do with our freedom
In your iron grasp.
You’re strangling us all
With your putrid sounds,
Of the songs that you play.
(RADIO; By A R J Abranson; 26-12-93/21:46)
Wild Card Symphonies, Cry To Me & This Graveyard Heart are Copyright ©2015, Angus Abranson. All rights reserved.
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