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    [post_content] => I had thought that I preferred its placid waters
that trade a Lethe forgetfulness for our reflections
in soft focus, encourage a belief in the metaphysical,
a fantasy of fish dancing beneath sun-speckled
mirrorballs to the Gauloises wheeze of an accordion;

but when they drained the St Martin Canal, what they found,
along with the remains of mangled vélibs, legless chairs,
the ribs of umbrellas stripped of their skin, a gutted safe,
incriminating pistols, eyeless cameras, mopeds mid-escape,
a ghetto blaster frozen in play, and wine bottles by the tonne,
was Truth: the truth about how the BoBos live after dark,
and that, beneath their watery veneer, they are not gods,
nor shamen of l’esprit du temps, but pigs just like us,
and I discovered that we are in love with the idea of Paris,
and that I prefer her honestly disrobed, laid bare,
because I am in awe of you, and that, having drained me
down to the muddy wreckage at my core, still
you choose to love me and the myth of me all the same.

 

 

The Canal Saint-Martin is a 2.86 mile long canal in Paris, connecting the Canal de l'Ourcq to the river Seine.
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            [content] => David published his first collection An Essex Parish in 2015. He was long-listed in the Poetry Society National Poetry Competition in 2017, shortlisted for the Bridport Prize in 2017 and 2018 and won first prize and a special mention in the Sentinel Quarterly Literary Review in Summer 2017.

In 2016 he featured in the Essex Poetry Festival and at the Harwich Festival. He often performs at various venues around London, Essex and Suffolk.

David joined the organising committee for the Essex Poetry Festival in 2017 and helps to lead Mosaic, a Poetry Society Stanza, in Colchester.

He has been published in several anthologies, Isthmus, and The Sentinel and has collaborated on two film projects. Most recently, his poetry has been used as part of a garden design project and selected for an anthology, published by Onslaught Press, celebrating the 70th anniversary of the National Health Service. In November 2018, David collaborated with 14-18 NOW and Firstsite gallery, Colchester on a commissioned work exploring the long term effects of shell shock/PTSD as part of the WW1 centenary. davecanning.wixsite.com/poetry
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In 2016 he featured in the Essex Poetry Festival and at the Harwich Festival. He often performs at various venues around London, Essex and Suffolk.

David joined the organising committee for the Essex Poetry Festival in 2017 and helps to lead Mosaic, a Poetry Society Stanza, in Colchester.

He has been published in several anthologies, Isthmus, and The Sentinel and has collaborated on two film projects. Most recently, his poetry has been used as part of a garden design project and selected for an anthology, published by Onslaught Press, celebrating the 70th anniversary of the National Health Service. In November 2018, David collaborated with 14-18 NOW and Firstsite gallery, Colchester on a commissioned work exploring the long term effects of shell shock/PTSD as part of the WW1 centenary. davecanning.wixsite.com/poetry
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On Draining the St Martin Canal

David Canning

I had thought that I preferred its placid waters
that trade a Lethe forgetfulness for our reflections
in soft focus, encourage a belief in the metaphysical,
a fantasy of fish dancing beneath sun-speckled
mirrorballs to the Gauloises wheeze of an accordion;

but when they drained the St Martin Canal, what they found,
along with the remains of mangled vélibs, legless chairs,
the ribs of umbrellas stripped of their skin, a gutted safe,
incriminating pistols, eyeless cameras, mopeds mid-escape,
a ghetto blaster frozen in play, and wine bottles by the tonne,
was Truth: the truth about how the BoBos live after dark,
and that, beneath their watery veneer, they are not gods,
nor shamen of l’esprit du temps, but pigs just like us,
and I discovered that we are in love with the idea of Paris,
and that I prefer her honestly disrobed, laid bare,
because I am in awe of you, and that, having drained me
down to the muddy wreckage at my core, still
you choose to love me and the myth of me all the same.

 

 

The Canal Saint-Martin is a 2.86 mile long canal in Paris, connecting the Canal de l’Ourcq to the river Seine.