Poem, English, unpublished
This short love poem is a humorous but passionate string of word foreplay oriented around oral and aural desire, culinary, with a sensed jazz rhythm beat.
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Ury has also created other artworks that might be considered visual poetry. Moving Message 1992, incorporates an LED sign displaying the words: you are why; Sonata in Sea 1999 – 2000 is a photo series combined with poetry and wrestlewithyourangel 2001, is a neon sign produced together with the neon sign neonazi 2001; the title of a double photo portrait lesser is me more or less 2003 plays on the name of the German Post-Impressionist Lesser Ury, as does the title of a further double portrait or else 2007, which refers to the German writer Else Ury. The title of a third photo-portrait Beelzebularin 2005 (in the Promised Land series) reveals itself to be an anagram of the biblical Bezalel Ben Uri. half dimensional — semi detached 2010, combines the first of the half dimensional poems with the photograph semi detached.
concrete – a collection of works (including poetry series)
- femininity – femininiation 2011
- Moving Message 1992
- Word-fore-play – Recipe for Love 1995
- Sonata in Sea 1999 – 2000
- wish 2000
- wrestlewithyourangel 2001
- neonazi 2001
- Poker Poems 2003
- elle la poésie 2003
- lesser is me more or less 2003
- Promised Land – a collection of works 2005
- Mid Summer 2005
- Un 2006
- or else 2007
- half dimensional poems 2009 – 2011
- half dimensional – semi detached 2010
- cement 2011
- on a mat appear 2011 -
- Lost Poems 2011
- weißer neger (white nigger) 2011
- informed 1.3.2011
- concrete party 2011
- oral call 2011
- cross word 2011 – 2012
- toned poems 2011 – 2012
- two toned 2012
- pommes 2012
- taste of space 2012 – 2013
- leeres archiv (empty archive) 2013
- archive burn out 2011 – 2014
- hero of your own saga 2013 – 2014
- magical reality 2014 – 2015
Word-fore-play — Recipe for Love
no thyme
though there was no thyme
it was mint to be
to be quite candied
in no thyme
I knew
no thyme to rue
you took my caraway
berry my sorrel
you scent the spirits
reigned on my dessert
cherry the memory
a floury dill
pump
pump it
pumpkin
got a cress on you
improvise, jam the beet
root with me
we got curried away
a hot date
fig-uratively speaking
we made a meal of it
the chips are down
at the sauce
at the kernel
I pine for you
roll me over
liquorice
suck ice
skimmed milk skin
pour pawpaw
your tears treacle
a salt on the senses
Tanya Ury, September 1995
Mid Summer
When we were done
I held your ghost
inmost
cupped in my chest
suspending awareness,
before breathing out,
in case of doubt.
But it had gone to our heads
the smoky tokes
and self-centred liqueurs,
melancholy alcohol,
exhaled in mist
its meaning twisted.
Although it had been a generous repost
we had made no provisions for this,
losing our heads in the bed we made
lying among blanquettes of dead meat now.
I baste your brow with crushed lips,
You brush away bits of bruised fruit.
What had been a mouthful
Med red,
and pink rosé,
like spilt ink
tells it all retrospectively:
red blood and piss gold,
a show down on shared sheets.
No mèdallions for our pillow talk;
grilled sentences
skewered by silence
and the rapid exchange of fire and fluids.
Love was game
a rare bite of breast
and horn of plenty
saving face,
baked blind,
gorged, without grace or good fortune.
What went down well
on the Sabbath
has an uncertain aftertaste;
common sense has desserted
on Sunday -
Monday, mourning.
Tanya Ury, November 2005
Presentation
2006 (25.3.) Travelcookbook, slide reading of short stories with menu, Propeller, Friedrichshain, Berlin (D)
2013 (31.10) Samhain – house concert with Kasander Nilist (double bass), free improvised music, readings and poetry, Grosse Brinkgasse 16, Cologne (D)