:: Poetry

Dada Doll published 18/08/2017

I reflected on how one of the almost banal motifs of the current humanitarian disaster, that is the refugee crisis, is the use of old containers – foundation blocks of global trade – to provide temporary housing (including most recently for unaccompanied children left unhoused by the destruction of the Jungle). I imagined making a contemporary dada doll out of a container – not within my power to realise actually – so settled on the spec instead.

New poetry by Susie Campbell.

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Duos #3 – Non fast Colours published 12/08/2017

fashion orthodoxies collapse
in heaven, in the mist
the abandoned carpark
my excessive fear
of yellow, challenged
by police or by those other people
happy like me
in the carpark of death
I dream of
needle water
of history, passing
through that yellow river
of pissing, being pissed on
or off, constantly, as the case may be

In the third of the Duos series, new poetry by Richard Barrett and Sally Barrett.

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A Poem Some People Will Have to Misunderstand published 04/08/2017

e Vagaries, vaguely Constructed. How can One address an Unknown Number and Gender?
f Extraneous sto. To Speak White means…? Who are We?
g Poor Pun Attempt
h Clear Tower of Babel Ref. Or Mobility? Upward? Non-native Speaker? with Axe? to Grind?
i There is no excuse for religious intolerance.
j Dimos/Demos. But whose?
k Simultaneously Sentimental and Racist Bullshit.

New poetry by Autumn Hayes.

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SQUELETTES published 01/08/2017

No itching    No hunger    No thrum
     Savage lunge

No blisters    No sunburn    No gloom
     Savage lunge

No shiver    No candle    No flame
     Savage lunge

     It’s the weapon
     moves the hand

New poetry by Jon Stone.

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Sun & other poems published 23/07/2017

pink-loved and blind sided with and &s
filmed viscuous cramps and glued with
skincontacted and gones of sulphated
minds and & tried a better number & and
momentary relapse on its arm looked

New poetry by Molly Bergin.

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Duos #2: Down the Porcupine Hole published 16/07/2017

Dance Poetry Artist Residency at Hurst Castle.

Dance Poetry Artist Residency at Hurst Castle.

The Enemies Project: Duos is a new series of commissioned collaborative poems and texts in conjunction with 3:AM Magazine. The series will showcase brand new works of avant-garde and literary work between contemporary writers, paired and provoked especially for the enterprise, often across nations and languages.

New collaborative poetry by Jonas Gren / Harry Man.

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The Poem Brut #9 – Three untitled visual poems published 11/07/2017

Of an orange grove, the bees visited the flowers

At midnight, a bee hit the window of shed and died
An eyelid stung by a bee, only the pain tastes honey

The murmur of traffic filtered from the honeycomb

A buzz in a small town will be torpor by the mead

New visual poetry by Hiromi Suzuki.

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Poetry is an Opportunity published 06/07/2017

Poetry is an opportunity, even a challenge or askance, to be complex, ambiguous, playful with the fact of daily normative, comforting language, and when its used just to make a straightforward statement, with line breaks, I don’t mind of course, not a big deal, but it does surprise me. It’s not as though a lot of people read poetry, if you’ve a message you need to get out to people clearly and widely, perhaps another medium might make sense?

Jana Astanov interviews SJ Fowler.

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Duos #1 – Simultaneous Writing and Simultaneous Reading published 02/06/2017

A man walked into a bide with me.

shift and the Tsunami deal. The breakfast brexity brevity. There is nobody moving

A man

through the rooms in 97, not even a blurry ghost taxing the frosted glass. The global

A man

gag has been stuffed into the mouth of poetry. What is Ian doing? Actualising

A man walked into a four year Zebra dance

Duos #1 : new collaborative poetry by Ian McMillan & Robert Sheppard.

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Philip Guston, in (Pretty Much) His Own Words published 27/05/2017

The seaweed farmer from last evening
swung into the Belvedere again tonight,
this time asking for a Liverpool Gin
– citrus not watermelon, he specified
as he pulled the moonless key
to the alphabet lock
from his frayed trench pocket,
the hurricane lamps loud behind his glasses.

New poetry by Ranjit Hoskote.

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