THE CRITIC

 

THE CRITIC

 

 

 

As I type, a fly lands

On the writing pad placed beside me.

It does not move, holds position 

Even as my hand threatens close.

 

I watch this intricate, patterned beast, 

Held by both fascination and detail. 

It leaves a tiny brown blot on white paper;

A full stop for my poem, or perhaps

 

A critic demeaning the purpose 

And pose I prize most. Unlike a bird's

There's no stain but in wiping it away,

It leaves imprint: a form of the letter 's'

 

Which names silence, or, possibly

Just this fresh form of shit. But clearly,

A collaboration has come

From the unbidden air, onto paper,

 

The start one hopes for a language 

In which partners in thought see truth hit. 

And thus, in something truly mundane

We glimpse the miracle within nature;

 

As what we prize passes through us

Two worlds combine. Spectrums shift.

 

 

                                                     


David Erdos August 26th 2020














For more poems from David Erdos visit The Corona Diaries collection 



David Erdos is an actor, writer, director with over 300 professional credits. He is a published poet, playwright, essayist and illustrator. He has lectured on all disciplines in theatre and film for leading performing arts colleges, schools and universities around the world. His books include EASY VERSES FOR DIFFICULT TIMES, THE SCAR ON THE CLOUD, OIL ON SILVER, NEWS FROM MARS, CHANGING PLACES WITH LIGHT (penniless press) and BYZANTIUM with the photographer Max Reeves. He is a contributing editor for The International Times and maker of documentaries all over the world. David’s work has been acclaimed by many leading figures including Harold Pinter, Heathcote Williams, Alan Moore, Andrew Kotting, Chris Petit and Iain Sinclair in whose recent book THE LAST LONDON, David features. He can be reached at David.erdos@sky.com.

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