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‘Eric Blair’s favourite river was the Douglas, right?’ ‘Orwell? Irwell’ ‘Oh well…’ Advertisements
‘Narcissus’. ‘Is us?’ Discus(s).
The ‘Contemporary Poetry Scene’ as Imagined by a Peripheral and Somewhat Embittered Figure, Re-Cast as a Beloved Northern Soap Opera Starring Michelle Keegan
‘Have you seen her sestinas?’, says Tina.
‘So I’m a poet normally, got a season ticket at Ezra Poundland and everything, but it took me a while to realise my true vocation…see I was out walking one day, wandering lonely as a character singled out as a … Continue reading
Chaz sends a six-seater ‘disco bus’, ferries a frenzy of spike-heeled furies. A triάs*, bicked-pated, barks from the mouth. Blind-drunk Eddie tramps his weekly nόstoi.** Lethe on tap darkles plastic cups; whomps a ‘dubstep’ Back in Anger. D-floor DeeCee flings … Continue reading
‘A book should be an axe that breaks the frozen sea inside us’ -Franz Kafka ‘The human heart, God’s open wound’ -E.M. Cioran ‘You’re frozen, when your heart’s not open’ -Madonna I wonder if, circa ‘Frozen’ (Maverick Records, ’98), Franz … Continue reading
A poem on the occasion of Lady Gaga’s appearance in a designer meat dress at the 2010 Video Music Awards
Carne After Jana Sterbak Sélavy’s cistern gone platinum blonde. Papped in a meat cerement. Flayed by the pre-Emin order of art, rank/file spit soldier for couture. No sleep unter tea shade saccades of bulbs, borealis on a corium carpet. A cuneiform cow’s loin … Continue reading