Thursday, 30 December 2010
Great Works' final issue
Monday, 20 December 2010
An Uncollected Poem, "In the Last"
Sunday, 19 December 2010
Divining for Starters' second blurb: Lee Ann Brown
"Carrie Etter’s wonderful new book, Divining for Starters graphs a crop of new forms, swerving from blanks to bliss. Taking the long view of time, Etter writes poems that can at once be a species of call and response (erotics of language), a particulate trace of how one writes, a 'True Story', a physics of animals eating, or a vigil for stillness. She tunes into some kind of new latinate downhome radio, or maps the milky way, post-pastoral in its graphology.
Friday, 17 December 2010
A day with owls, falcon, hawk--part one
Wednesday, 15 December 2010
Amy De'Ath's first pamphlet, Erec & Enide
Section VII of "Poetry for Boys":
Down dampen sully unknown
because you ate the sunshine,
asunder among the porch-light
a tune to know, of history’s mesh
an epistolary flash of deer
young, always in fashion, in brave
pursuit, climbing down a piece
of fruit to get to the last boy in
town, who ate the town and
whipped his jacket up to the
wind and ripened on a cloud,
a compensating cloud in glut, and
he fell down, he fell upon those
vandals, he was a feat of sunshine.
Erec & Enide
Salt Publishing, 2010
Salt Publishing's page for Erec & Enide, with links for purchasing, can be found here.
Tuesday, 14 December 2010
"MFA vs. NYC"
Sunday, 12 December 2010
Sunday, 5 December 2010
Infinite Difference on the TLS Books of the Year 2010
Friday, 3 December 2010
Claire Crowther's Mollicle, second selection
Tuesday, 30 November 2010
Claire Crowther's new pamphlet, Mollicle--first selection
Here's my first selection from Claire's new pamphlet, Mollicle, published by Nine Arches Press. Tomorrow she'll be launching it in London alongside Matt Bryden with his prizewinning pamphlet, Night Porter (Templar, 2010), and me with my US chapbook, Divinations (Punch Press, 2010), now sold out but for the four copies I'm bringing to the event. For details of the reading, please see the Readings & Events page.
Monday, 29 November 2010
"The End of the Public University in England"
Saturday, 27 November 2010
Divining for Starters' first blurb: John Wilkinson
Friday, 26 November 2010
Tony Williams on The Tethers,
Saturday, 20 November 2010
"Good Poetry Is Like Good Food"?: Adam Roberts on 'Slow Poetry'
Friday, 19 November 2010
Tonight on Resonance 104.4 FM
Thursday, 18 November 2010
Two more (last?) readings for Infinite Difference at Greenwich and UEA
Wednesday, 17 November 2010
Jane Monson's Speaking without Tongues, second selection, and launch tonight in Cardiff
When Kierkegaard was eight, his father made his son eavesdrop on the conversations of his dinner guests, then sit in each of their chairs after they had left. Nicknamed ‘the fork’ at home, because that was the object he named when asked what he’d like to be, the seated boy would be tested. The father wanted to hear each of the guest’s arguments and thoughts through the mouth of his son, as though the boy was not just one man, but as many as ten. Almost word for word, ‘the fork’ recounted what these men had said, men who were among the finest thinkers in the city. The tale is chilling somehow. Not least because his father at the same age, raised his fists to the desolate sky of Jutland Heath, and cursed God for his suffering and fate. Not least because of the son sitting in each of those chairs, their backs straight and high, rising behind him like headstones, while the words of others poured from his mouth, his father at the head of the table, testing his son like God. Not least because when asked why he wanted to be a fork, Kierkegaard answered: “Well, then I could spear anything I wanted on the dinner table.” And if he was chased? “Well then,” he’d responded, “then I’d spear you.”
Tuesday, 16 November 2010
Matt Bryden's Night Porter, first selection
Friday, 12 November 2010
Jane Monson's Speaking without Tongues, first selection (Cinnamon, 2010)
Speaking without Tongues is the first collection of Jane Monson, a former student of mine from The Poetry School. In Spring 2005, I had one of my best teaching experiences giving a ten-week course on the prose poem at the BT Poetry Studio in London; one of the sixteen students, Jane was already knowledgeable and passionate about prose poetry, studying for a PhD that focused on the form. To learn more or order the book, please visit Cinnamon Press's page for it.
They would land in the middle of the plate, sometimes on top of the peas, spiders which had lost their grip on the light-shade and fallen. She grew up comparing the glue of a web to a cheap envelope. Her mother, at such dinners, would go red in the face and curse their life; the sound was of flies repeating themselves on a window-pane. The daughter would sit quietly, and ask for each fly to be caught. Be careful what you bloody well ask for, her mother once said, and shot the girl a look that landed in her stomach. She had no recollection of speaking aloud, but from that moment started to bite her lip whenever she had these thoughts. Teeth-marks began to form on her mouth, and more flies on the tongue of the mother.