• Burhana Islam

Lyrics and Life Lines

Lately, a few people have been asking me about my obsession with poetry. They just don't get it. Apparently it's old, outdated and irrelevant. Sometimes I do try to explain to them that poems aren't just words on a page- they're actually a whole lot more. At that point though, I've already lost them and their eyes are wandering to the carbs before us as if those plates of ravioli held the answers to everything. In light of this, I thought I'd put together a little collection. On this occasion, I've decided to let spoken word do what it does best and let it speak for itself.


Neil Hilborn's 'OCD' "...at night she'd lay in bed and watch me turn off the lights off and on, and off and on, and off and on, she'd close her eyes and imagine the days and nights were passing in front of her."

Phil Kaye's 'Teeth' "Montague must be so happy we can Capulet this all go."


Marshall Jones' 'Touchscreen'

"From the Garden of Eden to the branches of Macintosh, apple-picking has always come at a great cost." 


Anthony Anaxagorou's 'The Master's Revenge'

"A thousand years ago, you were teaching them."


For my nephew, Fong Tran's 'Dear Young Man of Colour'

"You are destined beyond the statistics that bind you down.'


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