Poetry and writing – Page 5

Camouflage Park

I have contributed to the Preliminary Report of the Special Works School.

This island is waiting for a gate a gate in steel or a gate in glass a gate stretching the concept of gate a deflecting gate in a gap in the circuitboard a gate that will not be relocated brick by brick a gate not a door, not a house, not a barreContinue reading “The Island of Gates”

Honeymoon reading

I got married, then jetted off to India for 3 weeks. Here is my reading. Josie Saramago, The Gospel according to Jesus Christ * R.L. Stine, Indiana Jones and the Curse of Horror Island ** Peter Ackroyd, The Clerkenwell Tales Ian McEwen, Solar William Dalrymple, In Xanadu Rough Guide to Rajastahn, Delhi & Agra IContinue reading “Honeymoon reading”

Birdbook

I have a new poem in Birdbook 1: Towns, Parks, Gardens & Woodland – the latest venture from Sidekick Books. You can buy it here. ……….

L

Silkworms Ink have only been around for about 5 minutes, but already they’ve chalked up a staggering 50 e-chapbooks by the likes of Michael Egan, Chrissy Williams and Sam Riviere. A vital resource for scoping exciting new poetic talent, they also run an entertaining, provocative and intelligent blog. So I’m delighted to have been askedContinue reading “L”

Spotted on Commercial Street E1

Thoughts on Wilkinson

I want to understand better what I like about reading John Wilkinson. And as it happens to be in front of me, I’m going to talk about Down to Earth (Salt, 2006). The effect of reading Wilkinson’s poems is disorientating, but they almost always display a syntactic and grammatical logic. My brain does not encourageContinue reading “Thoughts on Wilkinson”

The Terminal Beach

Look what I won in a raffle!

Re: Remote Factory

SOME RECENT THINGS >>> Atlas of Remote Islands: Fifty Islands I Have Not Visited and Never Will by Judith Schalansky (Penguin) factorycraft by FOUND (Chemikal Underground) Re: by Ahren Warner (Donut Press) Tomorrow’s Thoughts Today Susan Hiller at Tate Britain

Of Mass & Damage

I squat like a sly dog like a pregnant Boeing to junk all grace and genuflect – to utter a furred kettle’s pitch electrics fizzing O spoilt miracle of my heart. Pray I pitch my bones into some task of worth as your nails, Lord, elbow and fibrous scapula graze theContinue reading “Of Mass & Damage”