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Featured Poem
The Banquet
… per lo naturale amore de la propria loquela
— Dante, Convivio It was a difficult autumn, I reached for Dante because I needed to walk out, needed to be taken by the dark, unreliable highway that links ethics to knowledge. All winter I found myself running in the spiralling evenings and streets of Florence – a city haunted by longing – a road leading inwards and outwards – shaken ... read more |
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In conversation with Neilson MacKay
You told me a few minutes ago that you experience life in paragraphs. When I asked you what you meant by that, you said you would have to write a poem to find out. What gives?
I often say something without knowing why I said it. For example, I woke up from a dream saying, ‘Abandon ship!’ When I was in the Navy we were taught if necessary to abandon ship, but of course I never did and I never would. It bothers me to think that I would have somewhere to go, wishes that I would abandon, because I was afraid of some fucking torpedo. There are many poets who think – not only do they think but their readers think – they have something to say. I don’t write poems because I think I have something to say; I write poems to understand why I said something, try to find the way I said things. ... read more |
Elegies
You’re enough to sift into an oblong alabaster box.
Flesh and bone charred and ground into griege gravel fallout from torched cobalt blue winding sheet; sheer dust of light blue shirt; the fabric grit of serge trousers and wool socks; blue and white smoke ropes of striped school tie; big voicebox – site of forensic eloquence – burned down to silence. Your long limbs set straight by undertaker’s hands. St George’s boy, you forward and face flame dragon. For an Athlete ... read more |
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Selected from the Archive...
Three Poems
Three Poems
RICHEY My great-grandfather Richey Brooks began in mud, at Moneymore: 'A place of mud and nothing else' he called it (not the way it looks, but what lies under those green hills?) Emigrated in '74; ended in Drury; mud again - slipped in the duckrun at ninety-three ... read more |
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