Tag Archives: Poetry
Tom Chivers – Penned In The Margins guru and all-round poetry mogul – has just launched the lovely looking Hand+Star website-come-blog. Tom describes the new project as follows…
Hand + Star is an online compendium of new writing and literary reviews. Taking its name from the Fleet Street workshop of Tudor printer Richard Tottell, Hand + Star offers intelligent, fresh perspectives, open to the interplay between text, technology and popular culture. Hand + Star combines the speed and energy of blogging with the authority of the traditional literary journal, and is committed to seeking out new, independent and lesser-known voices in poetry and fiction.
You can get literary and interactive here, you’ll spot that Julie Palmer-Hoffman, the contributing editor, has been blogging ferociously about literary/textual news.
You can read my own contribution – a review of Richard Brautigan’s Trout Fishing In America – here.
Finally for a little visual entertainment here is Aisle16’s Ross Sutherland – his début poetry collection Things To Do Before You Leave Town was published this year by Penned In The Margins – with his incredible poem The Love Conspiracy.
This is a poem I wrote lying in a hammock, under a coconut tree, by a lagoon, in The Cook Islands. I tell you I work better in the sunshine.
Have you ever found yourself wanting to be Flash Gordon?
Not in essence super
just really well co-ordinated
like a swim-coach
who made the most of quite an ordinary name
simply adding such a prefix as to suggest
we could rise above playground subculture
your own personal Ming
oh flash, loving love comes
as easy as humility amid your success in team sports
what did you have to go through?
Teach us Flash, Prefix us
The Honour of Being John?
You are a beacon for the vocations
The Gordon School of creative naps
Rigorous retrospection into the development of balance
and yoga, Flash definitely does yoga
This is an open letter that I wrote to May 2009.
To be honest I feel like a written letter might be a little dramatic but I feel I have been pushed into a corner. Week in, week out, you are a no goodnik; You have ushered in such evenings as darts on ketamine. The online Hearts tournament on a sunny day was the last straw. Your wilful ham-fisted attempts at poignant wallowing have to stop. Sad Club? you invented Sad Club. Congrats Loser. This is not what I expect from you, you are not February. This behaviour is frankly below a calendar month of such standing. I know that April bagged Easter this year and June always has the longest day but you have two bank holiday weekends for Christ’s sake, have some dignity. Do you think the bankers are feeling sorry for themselves right now? No. They are back out there trying to make themselves money again. Who could possibly begrudge them a day to kickback in tailored shorts, sunglasses on their well tended thatches? No one, that’s who, because it’s a three day party and we’re all invited. Does October have any three day parties? No. You don’t see October complaining do you? No, October gets on with things. October embraces loungewear out of necessity not indulgence. I know folk expect a lot from you, the dawn of summer and kind hearted youth; I understand that this can be a burden on one so delicate and tender but expectations are the very fabric of happiness and no month can escape them. I will not tolerate it. Buck up your ideas.
With (tough) Love
One poem every 8 minutes from the marvellous Tim Clare. It’s one way to cure writer’s block. Tim today completed 100 poems in 24 hours. Congratulations Tim. Read his blog too.