The Ordinary Course of Things


All streams flow into the sea,
yet the sea, that spacious wound,
is never full,

just as thirst rarely answers
the simplest star: blue flame
projecting distance, a bell
of darkness, known.

How small the creation!
Hurried through many changes naked,
finally compelled to crawl,
it does not wake,

I wish–I cannot think—
a sort of vague feeling comes over me,
glimpse of lamp burning low—
that I have asked all this before.


The mind is its own place,
a far-off hazy multitudinous assemblage
of bells, and wheels, and flowers
at a high pitch of velocity;
little craters all burning, lava flowing uphill;
gigantic ruins and the strange bright constellations;
shadows of clouds feeding on each other—
a moving curtain of the earth and sky
that has been already in the ages before us—
Was it person? Was it thing?
was it touch or whispering?

It comes without meaning
a knot on a piece of string,
minute in its distinctness,
beautiful in its time,
as it threads the darkness.


When thunder and lightning were first found
to be due to secondary causes,
some regretted to give up the idea
that each flash was caused by
the direct hand of God,
their regal gold-inwoven tatters,
the shadow passed from between us
through the dark Areal Hall,
a double consciousness,
that crooked tree, its roots full of caves
that had grown as the world grew
in the changing light of heaven and of eyes.
Let it glide where it will,
like wings of flaws and holes:
time will do wonders.

Claire Bateman, 2018

Remixed works:

Various writings by Charles Darwin
The works of George Eliot
The Book of Ecclesiastes
Paradise Lost, by John Milton
The Water Babies, by Charles Kingsley

Right from my Heart

I shall be telling this with a sigh
If suddenly you forget me
I go from loving to not loving you
You know how this is:
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow
If you sit down at set of sun
Watch behind the curtains
White heat.
A green river
Sweet evenings come and go, love,
The time will come
Where there ain’t been no light
The stars in heaven will shine:
But O heart! heart! heart!
Night, sleep, death and the stars
Everything carries me to you

Archana Kapoor Nagpal, 2017

Remixed poems:
Love After Love, by Derek Walcott
Midsummer, Tobago, by Derek Walcott
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You, by Pablo
Count That Day Lost, by George Eliot
Sweet Endings Come And Go, Love, by George Eliot
The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost
If You Forget Me, by Pablo Neruda
A Clear Midnight, by Walt Whitman
O Captain! My Captain!, by Walt Whitman
Dreams, by Langston Hughes
Men, by Maya Angelou

A Very Sad Poem

George Eliot Jibson

a dead man, eyes set,
limbs stiff, made of iron
said good-night and walked off
on his legs – soul
loose from his body

walking home near four o’clock
buttoning his coat he set off
undertaking a remarkable feat
of locomotion through gathering mist
in darkness
his feet dragging along

on-coming of daylight
veiled by falling
trackless snow
touched consciousness
chilled and faint
turning towards a
red uncertain heart

a man little short of madness
believing the testimony
of an angel who knows
deep sorrow and despair
lived life like the spider
in his solitude
love at last finished
he sat in loneliness
and moaned very low

David Jibson, 2015

Remixed Work:
Silas Marner, by George Eliot