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. 

Township

O to be pleasantly busy with that hot bizness

of poetry or up late; be certain

that colliding verbiage is

WOW! A Good One!

Pinched ideas & let down by gradual

isotropic decay – the perfect radial motion.

Exclusive and a prankster is reciting moments

from a future, transferred and pleasantly backlit; harangue

TOWNSHIP – TOWNSHIP – MERITS there is TOWNSHIP

There are times when the school you've pleasantly adhered or

signed up to is no more than running slow motion through a

pleasantly spooky high-school corridor while the bows rub

against the strings disharmoniously. There are times when it's

all quick cuts to & fro, reverse shots or pleasantly nothing more. 

O I am

fickle and in love with your illustrious tricks. O be so

but pleasantly.

-est-est-est

The Fleetingest is now sold out. Thank you all for the tasty support. I recommend you go and pick up some of the other Red Ceilings Press books: they're fab. If you're still hungry then there's more appetifs over at Infinite Editions too.

Here's something that didn't make the cut, as they say:

emeth

The silhouette falls across the entrance,

rapt Cathy calls out a warning --

this one is a painter but moves

more like an errant detective,

scrapes his mud across the carpet.

Later, Cathy will make

a golem of the

thing.

Tracing the steps back, they end

just beneath the lintel – a star

is framed below the right angle.

It's here our man abides

with a fixed stare,

awaiting the cue to

begin the whole process

again.

Cathy's eyes are sensitive.

Her good deeds unreferenced.

Her fear of the coop ecstatic.

The Fleetingest

My book came out last week. It's my first one and you can get it here.

For JS

& that's the day you became the

toxic-assest hound; un-loud and

present you, marvellous with the

eyes, and conflicts of interest

made hardy by the barriers,

no dialect of exchange shall

shallow these workings,

how you doing this? Bus

ridge melts fixtures to their

                                    fittings