Peter’s Corner

Peter's Corner

‘The absurdity behind the sense, the sense behind the absurdity.’

 
Peter Cox is a participant and volunteer, and has attended CoolTan Arts for seven years. He has been involved in performing poetry, writing, petty cash records and Largactyl Shuffle walk research. Over the coming weeks, he will regularly post his thoughts on absurdity and the arts.

Two Short Poems

Hounded by debt advisors

I had some debts, was helped by DEBT ADVICE…

Now pay so much a month, and that is nice.

But DEBT ADVICE charged more than I could pay,

and told me “Pay in full without delay”.

I needed more advice. I found a mate

who phoned up DEBT ADVICE to make them wait.

 

Just open and eat

(obvious advice on small trays with chunks of fruit in them).

You just open and eat.

Cut-up fruit is a treat.

And no clingfilm can hide

all the fruit chunks inside.

But you must peel, cut, burst

the covering clingfilm first,

for the clingfilm’s no treat.

It’s the fruit, which then you EAT !

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Peter’s Corner: DLA and PIP

A word on personal independence payment, replacing disability living allowance. I was 64, one year too young to be awarded life-long DLA ( which I was ) then simply be transferred to PIP, which would seem only fair.

So I have to re-apply for this new benefit. I feel as if I had been awarded a credit card with a £2,000 credit limit for life then told my card had to be cancelled as a new kind of card had been introduced, and having to apply all over again. Or offered a place at Oxford only to have it withdrawn because … Read More »

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Peter’s Corner: Poems on Anxiety

Panic attack 4 am on May 21 2002.

Is there life after death? Who can tell?
but my fear that there isn’t is hell.
Will I perish? Oh dear, I hope not,
Still though, Heaven appeals not a lot.

Will my spirit survive? Maybe so.
Will I think, feel, remember? Don’t know.
Everlasting existence I dread,
so what IS it I wish for instead?

Would regression give some kind of cure?
Do we all have past lives? I’m not sure.
No, I can’t live my life once again
though regrets might be causing me pain,

and if reincarnated, well, damn,
I then don’t really know who I am.
4 am!. Why such feelings of dread
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CALLING 111 BY PETER COX, POET AND COMPLAINANT.

(Poetry isn’t all about hosts of golden daffodils, but can be about medical helplines too)

Friday Feb 27 2015, on a train.

A crown came out. My dentists were away.
To have it put back in, I’d gladly pay.
When on the train, I felt quite well. Sun shone.
But I then thought of calling 111.

“You’re nowhere at the moment. On a train.
But when you are in London, phone again.”
The lady should have said, I now maintain
“We cannot help you, for you’re not in pain.”

Feb 27 in London.

Calls 2 and 3 were quite absurdly long.
They couldn’t help. Oh dear, what HAD gone wrong?

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