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Goldsmiths' Official Student Magazine

The Society: Poem

September 29, 2013
Writer_James Nixon Astute poetry from James Nixon. I fear for her and this life – the expectation that she will be in the moment or the instigator of it. Sitting alone proud in her GEEK T-shirt the leader of a society of empty chipped and chunked out chairs. It’s a cold night outside, something to…

Writer_James Nixon

Nude Woman in a Red Armchair 1932 by Pablo Picasso 1881-1973

  • Astute poetry from James Nixon.

I fear for her and this life –
the expectation that she will be in the
moment
or the instigator of it.
Sitting alone proud in her GEEK T-shirt
the leader of a society of empty
chipped and chunked out chairs.
It’s a cold night
outside, something to start with,
words like winter, to loosen the room
that’s taut like a Polaroid,
that’s coiled tight around her static
Facebook photo sideways peace sign stance,
the symbolism of which I do not want
to know. I do not want to know
that what she is modelling would look good
accompanied by a New Era cap,
pink, with a foreign sports team’s logo on it,
tipped NNE at a 39 degree downwards angle.
I want to tell her that
in thirty years
that uncommunicative sign will be stupid
but I am not sure
if it is fashion or not.