This pamphlet collects together all the poems written since my ‘re-birth’ in the font of poetry at Open Book. I have to thank Neil Fulwood for splashing the Eu de Blue Monkey on my face and waking me up to the possibility that poetry was not dead in Nottingham…well not yet. I have come to bury Ceasar etc etc..
Whilst enjoying seeing so many diverse and talented people offer their wares the biggest effect was to make me firstly engage with poetry world and once engaged become enraged with how shit most of it appears to be.
I will rant about that elsewhere but for now look out because by the time that Guy Fawkes is burning yet again this pamphlet will exist.
Here a taster of its contents much of it shared here at some point and some of it too acerbic yet to come.
As Raymond Friel said in a review many moons ago…
“Belcher cannot be accused of nostalgia or pastoral myth-making but is as vituperative in tone as Larkin“
Nothing changed there then…
here a promotional video too using fake footage fake voice and real words….
