States of Poetry 2016 - Victoria | 'New Dr Williams' by Michael Farrell

Who are you? You hear the song, the
Good line along with the others in the
Hair salon. That place for standing in; for


   The New Dr Williams with his tricks of


    Here is my bag: be sad. Here is
My bag left on the bannister. Yet let
Me tell you that elevation’s just a sound


    But the old cold plum’s a sound too!


    Who are you or we now? We’re the
Kind of people poetry makes. We don’t pretend
To be doctors of anything else but letters


   There’s a pig on the terrace and a


   The leaf goes into Dr Williams’s bag. The
Pig goes back into the poet’s mind, squealing
Like a painting the whole time. Everyone on
The train has that image of the
Pig in their head. It will make them
Snuffle up the walls. Everyone’s ill
With an illness that takes some dancing. Just
Bring that painting here and put it with
The others; enough and we’ll have improved the


    Load up, leg out, hat on. Dr Williams’s
Paradoxical prescriptions: primary and secondary gallantry, femininity, clowning
Footsie, miming, mimicry, dentistry, carolling, shadowing, poetry


    These bring all the sad sounds out, that
We need to be in the mix of


Michael Farrell


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