Relocated

I should have remembered to pass on a forwarding address:

http://sectorhabits.tumblr.com/

2013 in brief

Neglectful as ever, so here's a quick update on what's happened this year.

I had two books published, To Blart & Kid (Like This Press) and A Treatise on Disaster (Contraband Books). You can read an interview conducted by Chris Spragg about To Blart & Kid here.

I had some poems published in DEFAULT and Blart.

I wrote a lot of reviews for Bonafide magazine, and some for the Quietus.

Thanks to the generosity of a number of others, I got to read some places. These included Oxford, Edinburgh, Brighton and London. You can watch me at Steven J Fowler's event to mark an outgrowth his Enemies project below:

and here with Joe Kennedy at Camaradefest:

Particular thanks to Steven for archiving these. You should really visit his blog.

Take care of yourselves.

Ax

Blue Bus Reading - 15 October

Tuesday

October 15

7.30 pm

Laurie Duggan, Andrew Spragg and Peter Philpott

The Blue Bus: The Lamb, 94 Lamb's Conduit Street, WC1N 3LZ

£5 or £3

https://www.facebook.com/events/218212721635901/

In other news, another book A Treatise on Disaster has surfaced over at Contraband Books. Get it here.

To Blart & Kid

To Blart & Kid has just been published by Like This Press. It has photographs by Chris Spragg and postcards by Natalie Orme in the box, as well as the book. You can purchase a copy here. The writing pre-dates cut out by about half a year.

I will be reading at the Sussex Poetry Festival this weekend also. Details torn from an email:

the fourth annual Sussex
Poetry Festival, running next week, Friday and Saturday, June 7th and
8th. The venue is the Nightingale Theatre, above the Grand Central
pub, diagonally opposite Brighton train station. Tickets will be
available on the door at £18 for the full weekend, £12 for Saturday,
and £4 for each individual reading. 

FRIDAY 7th:

6pm - Caitlín Doherty, Jimmy Cummins, Jennifer Cooke

9pm - John Wilkinson, Geoffrey G. O'Brien

SATURDAY 8th:

2pm - Joshua Jones, Florence Warner, Connie Scozzaro

4pm - Jennifer Cooke, Lisa Jeschke, Michael Haslam

6pm - Vicki Tingle, Andy Spragg, Rachel Warriner

9pm - Lisa Robertson, Rob Halpern

Dear World & Everyone In It

Waking up post-winter and something like news comes:

Dear World & Everyone In It

Elsewhere Inf. Ed. stirs. 

New Book - cut out

Depart Press have been good enough to put a new book out. It's available here for five pounds.

Matt Cockshutt (Yellotone, Odd &c) has produced some sound materials with myself, Stephen Mitchell & verbal assistance from Veronika Wilson. This is also available, and below. Feel free to download and share:

  

I also have some work in hi Zero this month. It'll be available at the excellent reading series, and maybe afterwards too.

Reading at:

Poets for Pussy Riot

Wednesday August 29th 2012  - 7pm until late - Free entrance

at the Rich mix arts centre, main space venue,

35-47 Bethnal Green Road, London E1 6LA             020 7613 7498      

With the news that Nadezhda Tolokonnikova, Maria Alyokhina and Yekaterina Samutsevich of the Russian punk collective, Pussy Riot, were sentenced to two years in prison for a wholly necessary and valid political protest, contemporary poets in London will come together in a unique evening of readings, featuring original poetry and text, as well as the words of Pussy Riot themselves. This event is an act of solidarity through the medium of poetry - a celebration of the courage and spirit of fellow writers of this generation, writing for real political change in a country that needs it.

Featuring readings from over 30 poets including Tim Atkins, David Berridge, Becky Cremin, Kirsty Irving, Francesca Lisette, Chris McCabe, Reza Mohammadi, Sandeep Parmar, Jack Underwood, James Wilkes and many others. 

Email: steven@sjfowlerpoetry.com for further details

Jeff Keen has passed away

Sad news: according to his facebook page, Jeff Keen has passed away. His work has been a constant joy and key influence ever since I was pointed in its direction. My condolences to his family and friends.

Marvo Movie


There's also this indispensable BFI box-set.

Neglectful

Apologies, there's been little in the way of updates for a while. Work and life and striking the balance. In the interval there is this rather engaging piece of critical writing by Joe Luna on the work of Jonty Tiplady.

Direct & Suitable

This then was Blart's Decree:

well then 

I'm off to clock

our nation's youth

then to the step change

a pact or out

weight challenges

or to the bout or

containing slip

stumble over intrigue or stonewalling

the bolstered and cabbage ear

thickening edge of enclosure

one number collapses into

another

there oversight revision leaves

estate fatally askew – plenty in this sport –

talking about twelve bore responsibility

itching for the scrap

Notes for Fatty Cakes

My second book _Notes for Fatty Cakes_ was published today by Anything, Anymore, Anywhere. It has a wicked cover by Emily Critchley, is priced at a modest £3.50, and is available here:

http://www.anythinganymoreanywhere.co.uk/notes-for-fatty-cakes.php

Elsewhere, Natalie Orme produced some wonderful linoprint postcards to mark the occasion:

http://infiniteeditions.blogspot.com/

& finally there's a launch tomorrow at the Poetry Cafe, Covent Garden, 8pm. 

Like the preview in the cinema...

Remarkable bit of music. Some news to follow later this week.

Bill Orcutt - How the Thing Sings

O'George

O'George with the prospect of our wildly looping no guff theories

and huffing bricks in a hod; a perpetuity of anger management

and evening times _ what I'm hot to is the evening array _

sod a canker let the

blister another

snare roll be fine & ready with

what's doing & down out our way.

lives all idly contained, i worry that our children grow

mad fat with fierce solar energy – the way they

kept all at it,

for some people here's helping & though oldest

simple to them i'm afraid of its bearing

yelp squaw held letters reordered and behaved

given stead devoted exchange

eyed weight tackle relate

belonging to another

it's curiosity, simply.

Endorsed

By the turn of the branch

there was

{officious hokey}

great love and a few instances.

Sans auto I wonder what is it

there, can be, safe journey & late nights

vary –

– a rattling mad trolley service at night;

safe trip, safe trip,

be brave.

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Busy completing my MA project at the moment: To Blart & Kid, I'm too busy to talk to you.

{Not really, I spent most of today listening to this.}

ChemEng

A life of fiscal welcome & he's fluent for a change;

don't – in this zenith hour – abbreviate, tacit arrangements

between the petticoats of long ago or never before –

there's much work to be done between long ago

and never before. The radiant slip & treatment. Our lady,

Marie Curie, glows pleasantly down the corridors of progress,

all science light or shadow familiar. Be they a must.

Written for my sister, Jeni, who's at work at the moment.

Proj

The fight ensuing and the list,
though grand, is not unassailable.
In scale it is not nothing, a
weight of paper measured to
precise quantities and
everybody can discern a

credit due or time to take and
blandly now to rest.
Home-grown consultancy,
the instruments of wearing
unity, being sounded out daily.
Understand a quarrel
as much as a top offer, be

ready and sailing by and away the mitre.
There's a bulky horizon

and silently placed is the next item
 – bobbing along – not backed

against the corner, but
seeking a sliver of continuity in the

mass of cut vectors.
Worked the full fare; through lack of

contribution but be bright,
a sum of marginal fetter or you

might read it as something else.

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A new piece of something bigger, given a weird remake as the line breaks didn't post properly at first. In unrelated news, I was recently put onto this by others, it's Martin Stannard's 'Respondings' & it's fantastic: especially the thoughts on Prynne (p.20 onwards) - we are all pleasantly reminded to enjoy the poems firstly, and worry about meaning as and when it suits.

As so above, also below:

"There is an argument that goes something like: how by saying things the way he 

does, how by not sticking to any regular or even consistent way of saying, then he is resisting 

oppressive systems of discourse, systems that use language to wield their power, or such like. Perhaps

this is so. I tend to think that even laying this down as one way of dealing with the poems is itself a 

pinning down of poems that actually don’t want to be pinned down at all. They rather prefer to release

you from whatever it is ties you down when it comes to words and language and thinking." 

Reviews

I've done a heap of reviews for Rhythm Circus over the past year. It recently dawned on me that I'd not shared them here. It's mostly films: Peter Greenaway, Charlie Chaplin & a few others. There's a review of Alan Moore's Unearthing performance from last year too. You can find it all here.

I also do a lot of reviews for Bonafide magazine, which is a beautifully laid-out hip-hop magazine. You can find them here. The DJ mix that appears halfway down the list is actually nothing to do with me, it does however feature a track from a Mr. Spragga Benz. No relation.

alveoli

by this to mean tout or do not

love so purely as to heave

grand handfuls of the air

in gluttonous quantities.

Assume, & by this time will have been & gone;

all gladly truncated.

Nantucket II

Two points, a bearing is at hand; and character is –

there's one of the fiercest, time looming

large on the face – a sounding measure.

The buzz of copper bells, another note is added;

come up to shore and exhaust.

The landscape journal soaked with firm setting

delays. The new signal carries bassoon notes

up to the dome and amongst a nexus of clouds;

context rising through, an air compression.

Be that as it may: who's scuttled overground?

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Oh, to write a poem that goes nowhere in particular. Written whilst listening to The Foghorn: A Celebration.