Paul Beckett

Joined May 2021

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I’m a writer, horologist & joy filled explorer. Reality to me is plastic. I’m fascinated with time, quantum physics, analogue and fashion.

My writings at least 69% autobiographical, often 99%

Fav:Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams- S.Plath

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Mind-emptiest, mine deeply.
Mind-emptiest, mine deeply. I don’t mind? That’s merely folly, An uncomfortable presentation. The postponement of stillness.
By Paul Beckett9 months ago in Poets
Red Admiral
Red Admiral The construct of unflappability, Stiction to remorseless rigidity, The ad-hock adherent linearity, Negates imperfect probability.
By Paul Beckett9 months ago in Poets
The Bitterest Pill
The bitterest pill Belief in ‘mind’ professionals, Blind trust, in their learning, Can lead to dystopian views, If you’re not being discerning.
By Paul Beckett10 months ago in Poets
Intuitive Interior
Intuitive Interior They say “Intuition isn’t enough” As you must be accountable. The scent of bleach, taints. Papers feigned chemical clarity.
By Paul Beckett10 months ago in Poets
Feather Balance- Le(A)d Weight
Feather Balance. Led Weight. Blue Opium poppies, numb:er. Who will lay cenotaph wreaths, For the cross-fire kids? Collateral, for justifying?
By Paul Beckett10 months ago in Poets
End-Ever?. Content Warning.
End-Ever? (Endeavour) Is it a male thing? YES…. it’s a point-less ring. Anti-being I am always misandrous, But give it a rest. Re-setters fest!!
By Paul Beckett10 months ago in Poets
Shifted Harmonic
Shifted Harmonic (Whispers with a dead girl) The squeak of my soles, Coincidence with concrete, Thumping at the promenade.
By Paul Beckett10 months ago in Poets
Door Wide Sh(i)ut
Door wide shut The mare, that lay lame, Flogged mercilessly, Escaped the hot griddle, So gangrene set in. Supporting its blood-life,
By Paul Beckett10 months ago in Poets
Smoke before F1re
Smoke before f1re Smoke meanders, unlike flame. Tentative tempting gestures of convection, Tease rather than lick the substrata for consumption.
By Paul Beckett10 months ago in Poets
Intuitive Miss-Ion
Intuitive mission In the median of possible, Lays every position. Connected together, Not spaced out linearity. No longitudinal slices,
By Paul Beckett11 months ago in Poets
Trans-(z)Cen-Dance
Trans-cen-dance Not transitioning anywhere. Being born in my own womb, To a childless, timeless self. Sat silently, oftentimes, shaking.
By Paul Beckett11 months ago in Poets
Nefarious Cloud(s) form(s)
Nefarious cloud(s) form(s) When you analyse the weather, Like I do, you see manipulation. Everywhere, spraying, in layers,
By Paul Beckett2 years ago in Poets

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Mind-emptiest, mine deeply.

Red Admiral

The Bitterest Pill

Intuitive Interior

Feather Balance- Le(A)d Weight

End-Ever?. Content Warning.

Shifted Harmonic

Door Wide Sh(i)ut

Smoke before F1re

Intuitive Miss-Ion

Trans-(z)Cen-Dance

Nefarious Cloud(s) form(s)

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