Our ninth anthology is out now, featuring Bryony Bates; Susan Bee; Charles Bernstein; Cathy Butterworth; Stuart Calton; Kimberly Campanello; Wayne Clements; Sarah-Clare Conlon; Gary Fisher; Joey Frances; Steven Hitchins; Sarah Kelly; Linda Kemp; Amy McCauley; Geraldine Monk; Iain Morrison; Kerry Morrison; Wanda O’Connor; Maggie O’Sullivan; Martin Palmer; Sam Riviere; Rosanne Robertson and James Wilkes. Go here to buy a copy.
Two more poems from my series, In a Form of Suspension, have recently appeared in the wonderful print magazine OSIRIS, edited by Andrea Moorhead. This beautifully produced magazine began in 1972.
Ah, there’s the incomplete snow
twisting a wheel blood stare down my personal streets again
It strings the wherewithal, the velvet hurt,
my quotable flippant guttural bindings
The moisture of the wind’s solo step
unwinds noon madrigals
and the unbearable drive of a drum repeats the position
A lofty fever releases its familiar touch–
to straggle, to partially lose
and to echo the black friction
I’ve lost that maroon blur, the blush of your dahlias
and my slopes are dropping back
I see bees reeling in a chill caused by the white owl
as the ash lady presses glistening antlers into wide shadows
in the midst of an orchestral beam I hear sharp weeping
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Why do you write? Because I don’t feel anything. Because I have an aptitude for philosophising through but not in sympathy with language. Because I hate words for inflicting silences on me. Because…
We asked Melissa Lee-Houghton to write about the blog and what she’s read in it over the last couple of years. A big ‘thank you’ to her. I was born in 1982, second daughter of an …
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They’ve arrived. Copies of Jam. You never know what your book’s going to be like until you hold a copy in your hand.
They arrived yesterday, in fact, but I didn’t get my hands on them until the evening. I got back from Aston University (an RLF Fellowship day) to find one of those notes you get, by the front door: ‘Sorry you were out…’ The good news was I didn’t have to walk to the other side of town to get them (and I’d never have been able to carry them on my bike). They’d been left at a drop-off point, Bargain Booze, just round the corner. I told the bloke what was in the box. ‘I’m not very poetic, I’m afraid,’ he said. ‘It’s OK, I’m not either.’
Also yesterday, I had another poem from Jam published online in International Times, ‘Dog-speak’. Jake is really Pi, a Jack Russell that lives…
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We had our first Bahasa Melayu* lesson this week. No, we aren’t fluent yet (I don’t know why not, after all we’ve been here six whole weeks).
But we did learn that there are two phrases for ‘goodbye’.
If you’re the person staying, you say ‘Selamat jalan’ (literally ‘please be safe in your going’).
And if you’re the one who’s leaving, the phrase is ‘Selamat tinggal’ (‘please be safe in your staying’).
Isn’t that nice?
*means ‘Malay Language’. It’s the national language, part of the Austronesian language group. A version (not surprisingly called Bahasa Indonesia) is the official language in Indonesia, but my friend who speaks it well says some words which are perfectly acceptable over there are extremely rude in Melayu…