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Salvatore Quasimodo – Hermetic yet eerily accurate
THE FALSE AND FAITHFUL GREEN x You no longer await me with a heart Mean as a clock’s. Doesn’t matter if you broach The misery or just stare it out. Hours remain, Bristly, bleak, with branches that drub Impulsively against … Continue reading
Grey Suit Editions: Catalogue of all Published Videos
Grey Suit Editions was originally a magazine on VHS videotape. This was back in the nineties. Years later, the British Film Institute helped us to digitise all thirteen hours of video material – featuring performance art, poets reading, experimental film … Continue reading
Posted in art, Dance, Grey Suit Editions, Key Links, Poetry, Video
Tagged experimental film, Grey Suit Editions, Grey Suit video, Performance Art, poetry
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Edward Field dies at the age of 102
The poet of simply describing it as it is. One of my favourite writers. x WORLD WAR 11 x It was over Target Berlin the flak shot up our plane just as we were dumping bombs on the already smoking … Continue reading
Is it Necessary to Get out of Equilibrium?
Is it necessary to get out of equilibrium? This is a question asked, but never answered, by Daniil Kharms (1905-1942), the extraordinary Russian writer who is the master of the inconsequential. I don’t want to label him “absurd” as that would … Continue reading
Three Pessimistic Poems
GROUNDING YOUR STANCE x Thought emerges out of a blur of language. It may be Not quite a thought, or a wrong thought like the picture Which doesn’t match the pieces in your puzzle. You tug at the thought, it … Continue reading
Self-Portrait in a Drought
x I am a persona, I would say; a caricature by Cruikshank Of myself. Like a comedian, I’ve contrived my role. So I am not aiming for authenticity, more, exaggeration. Braggadocio. Something out of The Merry Wives of Windsor. Made … Continue reading
Some Days
x Some days I am charged with an idea. Other days, There’s nothing there, that is, the mind’s so filled with self There’s room for little else. I need to walk away, Free the mind of me. Trouble is, at … Continue reading
Fauve Warfare
x He ran majestically for the bus. However he was beaten to it By an unfortunate Bugatti. Andre Derain was afforded a week in London Charged with painting Westminster in his demented colours. Inappropriate modifiers might be how verse gets … Continue reading
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Tagged Andre Derain, Anthony Howell, art, Boris Johnson, London, poetry
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