:: Poetry

your friend published 30/01/2013

whatever it was
it kept punching him
in the head to make him
fall off

so he blamed them for it
all of them fellow men women
children cattle poems and horses

many a rainy
day you could hear him
yelling ‘it’s all
your fault’

By Anselm Hollo.

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‘dear world’ renga published 27/01/2013

what can be done / for love beyond / the food of evil
4 and 20 have no answers to your question
let love glean itself from the swim of liquor
double double splint by a spoon
pooling mastic gristle and newspaper
insatiable slush spits salacious sorrows
out of a mouth in a hole like a grey beneath a notion of pasting
infinite digestion, what groaned into morning
o albion! your ambrosia revisits me again, and again

By SJ Fowler, Angus Chisholm, Taniel Yusef, Tim Wells, Iman Sid, Becky Cremin, Dennison Smith, Mitch Albert, James Wilkes, Elizabeth Guthrie and Chris Kerr..

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Biometrics published 22/01/2013

Biometrics (or biometric authentication) refers to the identification of humans by their characteristics or traits. Biometrics is used in computer science as a form of identification and access control. It is also used to identify individuals in groups that are under surveillance.

Biometric identifiers are the distinctive, measurable characteristics used to label and describe individuals. Biometric identifiers are often categorized as physiological versus behavioral characteristics. A physiological biometric would identify by one’s voice, DNA, hand print or behavior. Behavioral biometrics are related to the behavior of a person, including but not limited to: typing rhythm, gait, and voice. Some researchers have coined the term behaviometrics to describe the latter class of biometrics.

By Cristine Brache.

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God * Country * Family Triggers My Meat published 19/01/2013

I know what I hate.
bt I know what I ate.
that could go viral
work it out baby.

i gave my gestures
a bunch of hi-fives
and my lines
a grouch of heroic
defeats that smelt
like I’m a defecate.

By Will Burke.

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Ode to a 1980s Baton Twirling World Champion & other poems published 12/01/2013

O pink puck, you buck, hurl; maenad Odette
Whirling out the jewel box. Frou-frou roulette,
Tricking probability. O rah-rah’d
Neon imp, you out-fox flexible bounds,

Tempestuous flea, fugitive judo,
Impeccable feat. In the final beats,
You flourish like a grinning flamingo,
Big eyes to the bleachers, big empty seats.

By Francine Elena.

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Maintenant #95 – Ivan Hristov published 08/01/2013

Modernism in Bulgaria contradicted the totalitarian doctrine known as “socialist realism.” Even though some scholars claim that socialist realism began as an avant garde offshoot of modernism, the two approaches conflict. This led to repression against many modernist writers by both extremely left-wing and extremely right-wing regimes. Modernism means “freedom” above all, followed by “individualism.” The first stage in Bulgarian modernism is called “individualism.” Freedom and individualism are the two things totalitarianism hates the most. Modernism was marginalised after the Second World War. During the 1960s, due to the partial liberalisation of the totalitarian regime in Bulgaria, some modernist writers were rehabilitated and interest in their work was revived. But true interest in modernism began at the end of the totalitarian epoch, when new postmodern literature used the foundation of modernism as its stepping stone.

In the 95th of the Maintenant series, SJ Fowler interviews the Bulgarian poet Ivan Hristov.

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Poetry Room published

Then he asked me
how things were with us.
I told him
that our
was more conservative
and more mystical,
and that we don’t
talk much
about our problems.
He was amazed.
I didn’t dare
tell him
that for 45 years
we didn’t have God at all

By Ivan Hristov.

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Debauchery & other poems published 01/01/2013

follies one down an alley
no pangs of conscience
sleeps like a log
if once he knew
love, sin and all enter fables
would never bleed for affection

truth pays him a visit
teaching to unlearn
he disbelieves with impotent Phew, phew
her you, idiot
degraded forever

saunters back to his car
drives off

By Julia Ciesielska.

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Ballad of K’uk’ulkan & other poems published 23/12/2012

the seven angled fluid room of thought
expands to writhe upon the page

with livid river slant a frame of stone and
craft an anvil mantle shifted crane

upon an age of withered scale the
flinted names of things escapes

the night of blue and grey
beneath the oval moon

By José Hernández Díaz.

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Bengal Famine Mix & other poems published 17/12/2012

We corralled molested children
Filled balloons with their tepid wheezes
And crammed their empty bodies
With bricks to weigh them down.

When they bulldoze our burial sites
They’ll unearth humble things
Churches of breezeblock and broken
Furniture simulating death.

By Gary J. Shipley.

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