Issue 20: Otto & Gisel

H O T     T O    T R O T

WE’RE GOING TO NEED MORE NAPKINS


Laboratories on

sight, no salads on

site; a long way

from home.


Lunging towards the rail

god given

inside the furlong

god given won the pinnacle

crimson rosette.

They do love to win.


THE NEUMARKT PROJECT


fascinator

all away

away

horse

all away

applause for bend

curtis

gun metal, four pounds twenty

class two, seven furlongs’

grace, after a race

equine parties adorned by

burgers


ADDICTED TO YOU


To be gone at the end

of the first furlong, inside

the rail remaining some

fifteen lengths, a levity

in the alchemy of dressing

up to occupy the halfway

point, the slip stream of

occupation – the amazing

red of paddock heartache.


RASPBERRY ROSE


confined fillies

rebel with geraniums

to light the blue

of our predicament

and dead riders ring

on the tannoy, heads

turn for a winner

as voices change and

we tune in to diablo

magic, Falstaff’s proportions.

SLIGHT DELAY


Esme’s heat stirs

the paddock, anticipation

for a demi, offense

blooms from bodies too

large for their own fix,

remarked upon the drift,

easy in the market but she wins,

in the end.


SHE’S GOT BOTTOM


poèmes en prose

enclosed,

la première enmity

for aristocracy,

sponsored by Hoggie’s.


STORM BRINGER


Otto, count

Joey – down the

hatches, give me

beige hollow news

made fake by Georgian

manners – in the white

of a hot soldier’s minute.


STEWARD’S ENQUIRY


Oh baby, I’m wilting

at the races, sprung

off the back to hear

namesakes run to scale

the final furlong –

how fast the time went.


A BOT & A BET


When fresh meets

cheeky and the places

remain unaltered.


Put your hands together,

the hope to be

the winning trainer.


20 - 1


Byron flyer with

the purple stars

who heard it on

the grapevine, royal

blue in the saddle,

give me stripes in

the sun blazer and without

the rose how different

things would be and life

tapping in to the linguistic suit,

a handicap, to join

the maiden ride. 

Otto & Gisel are Jack Parlett and Anne Stillman. They've previously written collaboratively on Walter Benjamin's Arcades Project and are currently working together on a longer project tentatively titled 'Acting like Frank O'Hara.' Anne Stillman teaches English at Clare College, Cambridge and Jack Parlett is a doctoral student at Gonville and Caius College, Cambridge and soon to be a Junior Research Fellow at University College, Oxford. 'Hot to Trot' was conceived out of the horses and first composed on napkins at the Newmarket races in June of this year.