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Narnia
x Open the wardrobe door. Push past the gowns and the suits, Past the furs and the overcoats, and you are there. There in Narnia. Trigger warning however: it’s not at all like the Narnia in “The Lion, the Witch … Continue reading
Richard Lovelace: a Poet who Means a Lot to me
There are the poets of the canon, and then there are the poets you think with. I mean, poets whose method has a bearing on your own. They are often to be found not on the highroad of literature but … Continue reading
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Tagged Anthony Howell, Irony, oxymoron, poetry, Richard Lovelace
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The Deserted Garage
x Cracks have appeared in the concrete and some tough, urbanised grasses Have sprung up. You can’t get onto its forecourt with wheels any more: Some circular blocks have been dropped across entrance and exit While metal roller blinds have … Continue reading
The Great Cheese Riot
x THE GREAT CHEESE RIOT x Boston had its Tea Party. What of the Great Cheese Riot? Was it something to keep quiet about, happening as it did In 1766 at Nottingham’s annual Goose Fair Where you were free to … Continue reading
Posted in art, Poetry, Politics
Tagged Anthony Howell, civil unrest, Great Cheese Riot, Nottingham, poetry
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The Warrior
x I am not suffering, me, from post-traumatic stress disorder. There is a reason for what we do. Their wives have weaponised Their wombs. Our problem is our democracy. We call it mowing the lawn, think of it as a … Continue reading
Eloquence
ELOQUENCE x Eloquence, versed in feats of silence, Loiter where the brown river meets the sea: Shall we watch the large sunset sink again, Or note the reversals on the sound – The dolphin afloat, the ship aground? Deciding to … Continue reading
The Cyst – from The Runiad, Book 14
From The Runiad – Book 14 x … I have been afflicted by a growth. It has taken root In my face, just above my right eye, exactly where my forehead Would make contact with my partner’s in a dance. … Continue reading
Atalanta
Thus it is on this planet. Self-importance may suggest posterity will grant us An immortal empire, that we shall rule the waves forever, but Nothing, nothing whatsoever can be relied on, x Not even one or two relics. It can … Continue reading
Boadicea – from Book 21 of The Runiad
x (As Nero fiddled and the city burned) the empire was horribly smitten: Eighty thousand Romans and their proxies died in Britain. The island could have been lost for good. Moreover, all this ruin Was brought upon us by a … Continue reading
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Tagged Anthony Howell, Boadicea, epic, poetry, The Runiad
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