42
only into rymans o my soldier
& the month of may
I dreamed I wore a bloody crown
of staples o my bride
its just a red rexel bambi
I came over all
the bisley cabinets
for instance
your sweet lavender highlighter
its just a felt tip
pen correction pen
o my soldier
are we meant to hide away
in rymans or come out & play
Tuesday 31 March 2009
Sunday 29 March 2009
Monday 23 March 2009
the week in pictures...
Robert Sheppard reading from Twentieth Century Blues atthe Runnymede Festival, Royal Holloway, University of London,
Saturday March 21
Ulli Freer who read from three new pieces, jander, dva, tri
Jeff Hilson, for the birds
Ken Edwards reading from Bardo
Nancy light show, Burgess Park, Friday March 20
Post Landfill launch of Bird bird, March 18, Queen Mary, University of London, 1.45 a.m. just before curry in Brick Lane
Sean Bonney & gas on Mile End Road
Paul Sutton & Frances Kruk in The New Globe, Whitman St (crook & kruk...
Sharon Borthwick & camera (look at her pics of the same night at http://peckhaminfurs.blogspot.com/2009/03/ghost-trees-and-statues-waiting-for.html
Sean Bonney & Malcolm Phillips
M.J. Weller at Cafe Oto, Sunday March 15 (Johan de Wit looking on). 
Thursday 12 March 2009
Birds flying
Anyone interested in what's underneath please drop by...
Launch of Bird bird at 7.30 pm on Wednesday 18th March
with launches of pamphlets by Chris McCabe and Simon Smith
Harold Pinter Drama Studio
Queen Mary, University of London
Arts Building, Mile End Road, E1 4NS
All pamphlets are now available to buy @ £3 each (+ 50p postage) or 3 for £8 (+ £1 postage)
Paypal to sales@landfillpress.co.uk
Cheque to 'Landfill Press', 67 Chamberlin Road, Norwich, NR3 3LN
Other titles at http://www.landfillpress.co.uk/
Jeff Hilson, Bird bird
41 prose poems on the birds of Britain.
Coccothraustes coccothraustes (hawfinch)
That tapping. It's the rain or the rainiest day that nobody looked at the hawfinch and it's like a Dixons in the springtime. It's massive its head in a conifer belt. We have streets and we have a Dixons. We have streams and houses and fields on the borders of woods and we have like a Dixons. That's where your iPod is. Like there was this shy gardener found with sixty iPods. Much more like that because he so rarely mixed with them. I mean the finches. Got to get to take them from the city for the white phase that they utter in. I mean again the finches. It's so dark it passes. The lores as they slide over each other. That's where your mouth is. Finches and iPods interchangeably. And that tapping. It's so thin it must be a display.
Chris McCabe, The Borrowed Notebook
An elegy in 15 sections.
6
The White Album: you said you listened to it before I was born.A black joke: I said I would be listening to it when you were dead.
Live Forever the shaving soundtrack from the bedroom door -he's always singing about needing more time. I said "don't we all".
I could have played on full volume, upstairs, an audio CDof Plath's poems, while downstairs you turned up yourscratched LP of Ted Hughes' Crow. Could have.
Montage of where we meet on the staircasein mortgaged space, fucked over by the rent of time.
Simon Smith, Browning Variations
8 found sonnets from the Brownings' love letters.
So shall my flower's eye be ruined forever
Tennyson was still in Town
He unaffectedly hates London
I will go out and walk where I can be alone
I will look in the direction of London
And send my heart there
The early "day of small things"
Talk and "stare" at the same time
Not one feeling is lost, and the new/
Ones>feelings/are infinite
Take care of this cold wind
She has been in the habit of going to London
"'Pippa Passes' pretty and odd" she does not
Love me after all, nor guess at my heart
Launch of Bird bird at 7.30 pm on Wednesday 18th March
with launches of pamphlets by Chris McCabe and Simon Smith
Harold Pinter Drama Studio
Queen Mary, University of London
Arts Building, Mile End Road, E1 4NS
All pamphlets are now available to buy @ £3 each (+ 50p postage) or 3 for £8 (+ £1 postage)
Paypal to sales@landfillpress.co.uk
Cheque to 'Landfill Press', 67 Chamberlin Road, Norwich, NR3 3LN
Other titles at http://www.landfillpress.co.uk/
Jeff Hilson, Bird bird
41 prose poems on the birds of Britain.
Coccothraustes coccothraustes (hawfinch)
That tapping. It's the rain or the rainiest day that nobody looked at the hawfinch and it's like a Dixons in the springtime. It's massive its head in a conifer belt. We have streets and we have a Dixons. We have streams and houses and fields on the borders of woods and we have like a Dixons. That's where your iPod is. Like there was this shy gardener found with sixty iPods. Much more like that because he so rarely mixed with them. I mean the finches. Got to get to take them from the city for the white phase that they utter in. I mean again the finches. It's so dark it passes. The lores as they slide over each other. That's where your mouth is. Finches and iPods interchangeably. And that tapping. It's so thin it must be a display.
Chris McCabe, The Borrowed Notebook
An elegy in 15 sections.
6
The White Album: you said you listened to it before I was born.A black joke: I said I would be listening to it when you were dead.
Live Forever the shaving soundtrack from the bedroom door -he's always singing about needing more time. I said "don't we all".
I could have played on full volume, upstairs, an audio CDof Plath's poems, while downstairs you turned up yourscratched LP of Ted Hughes' Crow. Could have.
Montage of where we meet on the staircasein mortgaged space, fucked over by the rent of time.
Simon Smith, Browning Variations
8 found sonnets from the Brownings' love letters.
So shall my flower's eye be ruined forever
Tennyson was still in Town
He unaffectedly hates London
I will go out and walk where I can be alone
I will look in the direction of London
And send my heart there
The early "day of small things"
Talk and "stare" at the same time
Not one feeling is lost, and the new/
Ones>feelings/are infinite
Take care of this cold wind
She has been in the habit of going to London
"'Pippa Passes' pretty and odd" she does not
Love me after all, nor guess at my heart
Sunday 8 March 2009
what larks
On the way to the Small Press & Little Magazine Symposium at Nottingham Trent University on Saturday my driver, Tim Atkins, and I decided to stop at Leicester for breakfast. As a result we managed to take in Ultima Thule record shop, a shangri la for krautrock afficionados run for years by brothers Alan & Steve Freeman (http://myweb.tiscali.co.uk/ultimathule/shop.html). I've known about Ultima Thule since scouting for Cluster and Amon Duul vinyl in the early '90s and many years ago picked up a copy of A Crack in the Cosmic Egg, the Freeman's mindbogglingly comprehensive guide to the genre (it's now available as an interactive DVD). The shop seemed barer than I'd anticipated and according to Alan Freeman this was because the exchange rate has made a lot of music imports prohibitively expensive - twenty quid or so for a CD - and punters just won't pay. Unaccountably Tim found a Helen Reddy LP in the racks - hard times indeed for such a place to have to include such fare! Anyway I walked away with two Agitation Free CDs and one by Floh de Cologne (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agitation_Free & http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Floh_de_Cologne) - none of them twenty quid items I hasten to add - and we made our way to Nottingham. On the way we passed Ratcliff-on-Soar power station (see below). The symposium had its moments, and at the end of the day Tim and Steve Willey posed for a photoshoot outside the University gym. I pressed the wrong button and took a 4 second video instead (see below). What larks indeed!
Me & Floh de Cologne
Power
Me & Floh de Cologne
PowerPower moves
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
