{"id":6763,"date":"2021-11-15T09:54:27","date_gmt":"2021-11-15T09:54:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/glasfrynproject.org.uk\/w\/?p=6763"},"modified":"2021-11-16T21:53:01","modified_gmt":"2021-11-16T21:53:01","slug":"doug-jones-purgatory","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/glasfrynproject.org.uk\/w\/6763\/doug-jones-purgatory\/","title":{"rendered":"Doug Jones: Purgatory"},"content":{"rendered":"

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26\/8\/21<\/p>\n

\u201cIn Purgatory, golf. All the human thinks\/believes. golf. Oldman
\nplays the young man the old man emerges more Sunshine, Jehovah
\n\u2013 a supply boat on the field, full of poems, trinkets, sleeps. Father
\nhaving some bad day. The play is awful, course complex \u2013 all tasks
\nseem tanked.skewed. Then, there is this dream triple eagle. A
\nmarvellous, turquoise idol. Father professes his delight. His game is
\ndone\u201d<\/p>\n

2\/9\/21<\/p>\n

\u201cThought of Bill, in purgatory the other day. An assumption he
\nwould hate. Were at the traveller\u2019s camp with police, colleagues \u2013
\nto get the Romany to have the jab. Politely, they said no. Why
\nalways no? To a 2nd site, illegal, out back in hard Norfolk nature
\nmask, red \u2013 advancing on the polyester cast of our copper\u2019s gear \u2013
\nand charm. To show a new-born baby girl. Indescribable. On a
\nchain \u2013 is beads\u201d<\/p>\n

9\/9\/21<\/p>\n

\u201cGet the sentience of purgatory \u2013 unintelligible to the
\ncontemporary, gaming man \u2013 who plays with no consequence, well
\n\u2013 Constance \u2013 cheats, we know them as \u2013 lies, in the compass of a
\nnarrative from time, management, screen after screen, to go
\nquicker, bigger and through. Get then, to vast sections of reflected
\nlight \u2013 realities, stored in a corn bodied saint of prayer. The
\nrepository of food\u201d<\/p>\n

16\/9\/21<\/p>\n

\u201cPurgatory. Made indulgences like the Norfolk country, pick them
\nout of there, a flimsy thief, acne on yr apple cheeks, that\u2019s the poor
\nboy with the look behind. A single penitent, in the empty field. With
\nonly the trouble crows, hang with knives \u2013 seeing down to the
\nirons. It\u2019s the money you pay when you get to the woods, to
\nbreathe, to have the money again. The birds don\u2019t talk \u2013 what do
\nthey do\u201d<\/p>\n

23\/9\/21<\/p>\n

\u201cSoubrette\u2019s stock character at purgatory. But you\u2019d like her, she\u2019s a
\nreally funny soul. Clowned around with the angels as they sung, do
\nall the wrong notes as a joke. And had this routine, where \u2013 though
\nshe was small, as she ascended the mountain, her posh dress would
\nsplit \u2013 more + more. Be all angles, skinny legs, sternly navigating
\nup. Gangling \u2013 vermillion. Ah, we fell about. We loved her so\u201d<\/p>\n

30\/9\/21<\/p>\n

\u201cYou asleep, angel? flat on the bed of a dirty, neat room. As if she
\nwere the model of it, that the staff might turn over as they move
\nthrough their shift \u2013 a purgatorial place; rated poor. Observe the
\nconfluence of flesh, marriage \u2013 tops. Forgetting of a million people
\nrolls her quiet, coat submissive room. But she could not forget any
\nof it + the only way to face is out. 14 hours, lain under the plug\u201d<\/p>\n

7\/10\/21<\/p>\n

\u201cHappy day, leave purgatory + after there is only heaven. Peeps
\nclose in on themselves, in their tongues, stories up, but not infinite,
\nfor these are us last, walls, bank of purebrown rock + what it is to
\nbe one + that Dam is changed \u2013 decaged, her word goes out as
\nwater for good to the people, a unique thought. Exquisite source it
\nis the dam, our human cell. Song. All the languages we have left\u201d<\/p>\n

14\/10\/21<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy is there an electrochemical gradient? we\u2019ve done so many
\nthings wrong + everyone we know is dead. asked the cop of
\npurgatory. What power reduced me from a cop to a good cop?
\nInto the cell charge, black proteinaceous serpents that devour at
\nevening H + ions + accrete the Hat in morning with sun, statues
\ndeep move to the tree mitochondrio family \u2013 best sound O HANS
\nKrebs, you girl\u201d<\/p>\n

21\/10\/21<\/p>\n

\u201cConsider the nature of purgatory; a one-way conversation with
\nyourself between death + heaven. It\u2019s the screw of the universe.
\nAgain, into the animal cell, free of all material stuff. Narcissism
\nreally, on the mountain. Bodies, mouths open as you talk, wistfully,
\nof crimes. Bodies, the metal they come in contact with, outside
\nus the building triggers we must see, crawls appointments, that are yr
\nacts\u201d<\/p>\n

28\/10\/21<\/p>\n

\u201cThe thin client, still. The very long time of it \u2013 purgatory, longer than
\nthe transpiration, procession, faces, turned up like leaves to the
\ncentral host to which runs water. The years one drop would take to
\nrun up the human chest, without sound or a man inside it \u2013 no
\nweight at all \u2013 In the end there are just clouds \u2013 gradually accreting
\nnature, sea. Sims. The sims as sound over the vast constellation\u201d<\/p>\n

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Doug Jones completed a MPhil in the poet Bill Griffiths. He has been writing poetry for several years and has books out with Veer and Salo presses. Work has also been published in various other places. He currently works as an NHS doctor.<\/span><\/p>\n

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