The photo above shows in their entirety the new  poetry books I  have aquired since the defining moment of the Salt pamphlet ‘Last Farmer’ in December 2010. The only other books missing are the Helen Mort Wordsworth trust pamphlet and my fellow Salt Modern Voices. I have separated them as I regard December 2010 as a break…
Month: March 2015
Substitute: My problem with poetry
Now I have always had a problem with being a ‘poet’. I come from a straightforward working class council estate background and the only thing worse than being a poet there was becoming a ‘fine artist’ so I killed two birds in one bush there then with my double non-career. I remember digging up a…
Poundland Sonnet 2: A Wreckless Scheme
A WRECKLESS SCHEME Paradise is a gold throw on a white leather sofa Under the buttocks of a call-girl blowing a footballer Indiscretion is a national pastime after cup-cake baking Facebook ramming lives with other people’s misfortune Clear-eyed dreams of making it with the boys in the band Dissolve in bleary orgies in the…
Poundland Sonnets 1: A Poundland Sonnet
A POUNDLAND SONNET In the vacuous naughties the affluent thrum Their chubby fingers on the card-less tills As the slippery accountants of PWC and RBS swill Their caviar down with Vive Cliqout at the parliamentary bash The air is full of Quangos and insider trading slang As the parade of yesterday’s entertainers head for…
Writer’s Block…..smash the piano!
IGGY POP IN A SIDEBOARD Too much thinking fucks you up Too much time slips through the cracks Worrying about the rain, the funerals The way the poplar trees creak in the wind And all along the drip of ice melting off The corrugated asbestos roof a metronome The beat of a disillusioned parade…