Poem as bullet

A typographic rukus interrupts their dense arrangement of wires; language for its own sake was alone on top of a cold building. Steel performs a shedding of skin in reverse. The snake creeps back inside. In truth, the whole metropolis is bleeding from the guts and gums. To order space when we cannot even tellContinue reading “Poem as bullet”

Landless space

  In a discussion event I organised as part of London Word Festival, Melanie Challenger advocated a poetry that is intimately tied to landscape. We need to anchor everything back to the real, to the physical world, to the landscape […] The urgent task of everybody is to tie together land and word and worldContinue reading “Landless space”