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Biography
Andy Noble was born in Ayrshire, Scotland in 1969 and studied Psychology and
English Language and Literature in Glasgow. He has lived in Vienna since 1997.
Presently working as an English teacher and freelance writer, he has worked
variously as an architectural draughstman, band roadie, DJ, child psychology
researcher and photographer. Was part of the Kitten Frenzy Collective in Glasgow,
involved in writing, publishing magazines, producing records and working with
various bands. Has had travel writings published in various UK cycling magazines.
His poetry won 2nd Prize in the International Poetry Society Competition in 1999.
He has been a member of Labyrinth since 1999.
Poems
- The Locus
Reach centre point
Fumble dark alleyways
Painted arrow delves out
With legs all splayed
The centre of the heart
Of the heart of the centre
Discover each step leads
You further decanted
Struggle to find dislocated path
And formulate a reason
To ponder alone, rationalise, treason?
To find the centre
follow the body locus
To find the heart, sit down, down low
And formulate breaths
To breathe knotted breaths, exhaled,
Then released
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Loopy Coil
Coil of hair
Spiralling around
Trace this curl
Part it at the left
Take spiralled hair
And speak of theft
To lie awake lonely
With hair curl bereft
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All sown up
Stitching unpicked
Unravels square box
Inside that box
Lies wandering lost
Pull stitching free
And walls give way
As wandering lost
Come back out
To enter life
And the daily fray
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Fractal Graphics
Fractal graphic
Curve smooth line
Enticing spinning top
Two lines entwine
Image faces opposite bystander
Reflection in pupils spiral-hypnotise
Curves deceptive
String nailed to wall
Enter channel, walls stand still
Decayed and broken,
the lost deranged
Out of reality,
Curves estranged
Touch smooth curve,
Follow down depths
Loose youthful thoughts
In the image force-fed
Symmetry echoes beauty
Red, safe, soft
Rub face on wall, turn
Spin once around
Try to leave ripples,
Curves get one lost,
Wandering, unfound
Crevice invites toes to explore
Legs tire of journey
Mind says 'bore'
Break through walls,
Follow string home
Breathe safely at fractals
Endlessly found door
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Hear me?
Ears carry out
To balancing skill
To spin out of control
Panic in lost unwanted will
White stares back
Stimulating pupils
And ears hear outside
As I'm stuck in this stupor
Cutting through walls
Bricks and false mortar
Cutting hands, cutting elbows,
bitten quick nails
The moons on these nails
Scratch each day on these walls
Where ears subtly balance
Cutting out unwanted calls
I find central station
Point far from noise
Where no one can hear me
And nobody can call
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