:: Poetry

from Sonnets for Billy Barrix published 12/08/2014

   representational   of your country
of residents   of tartar of the teeth
black copper hair green copper ring around
the ego and soul   swells of parakeets

     flap black and green make memories colour-
     copy of samples skies like betel blood

if it is not happiness well what then
so frequently your share of exciting
happiness thru beeds thru various jems
   drunk in the eyes fermented coconut

By Angus Sinclair.

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Chances Are published 08/08/2014

Its title is ‘Chances Are’, and it involves embedding the HTML code for a Twitter widget bringing up a feed with all tweets that include the word “chance”. I have the code – the idea is to present it as it is as a ‘conventional’ poem in the new book, along with instructions to go to a specific web page for an online application of it. There’s currently around 100 tweets per minute feeding through, so the poem gets constantly updated, and fast, by everybody/anybody (knowingly or not) and is in effect never the same twice.

By Christodoulos Makris.

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DRIM & other poems published 01/08/2014

I know what happens when you get to touch
something, a sudden violent noise, pulsed possibly
upstairs sex, when in tough spots I react like
what happened happened in a movie, holes
for people to crawl out of and into are tough
spots and a small animal sound outdoors
unfastens some strings from this side, and the
room gets bigger and more relaxed. I remove my watch
and it makes noise that just kills this, I’m done looking

By Nikki-Lee Birdsey.

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serious Clarence transparencies & other poems published 29/06/2014

England’s bitter sacramental land
in his and C.s and unions and C is stains
the water pounds against the law
gains bringing the number of and lines
and spears and with a means
they lingered loans Newman’s own
sense injuries union and competent
Swedish fans movements of the canals
and lady brilliance in certain scenes of by an inch into the wishes
that and received lower and downs
and sending owls swallow is or isn’t my means aren’t any where winds lines after lines

By Steve Komarnyckyj.

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everything is fine, nothing is ruined & other poems published 29/05/2014

a child is a problem when it balls up bread and urinates in the beige games room cats are a problem when trying to understand the people who own them and when they are thrown from a passing car the henchmen of dictators walk best in slow motion surveying the promise of fruitful misery

By Alex MacDonald.

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As Mina Loy & other poems published 28/04/2014

To bear meaning is a perk of being
a noblewoman in the Middle Ages.
Never is to where I now inhabit as
any anywhere is to a man. He once said
Treasure, the word is cold as a box, as
a glass case is to be made of language. That’s
not it. As hero worshipper is to a delicate
man onstage, as outside your body is a bad
place to be.

By Lauren Hilger.

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the zen guide to slipstream an ego & other poems published 09/04/2014

cum drop glossy
the rows of dead fish
talk dirty about herbs

I see the lobster cages
and think ‘apotropaic’
tell me, how would you tell the nets
about art history?

unbuttoning my shirt
to the song in the arcade
boys beuys buoys

By Daisy Lafarge.

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Steubenville & other poems published

you write such alphabetical
torture; I couldn’t come up
with a better way to hurt
than reading you all day     So I do;
sit down with coffee & start at your blogspot

let me be your memory loss
or let me be your yesterday
at the local Indian takeaway

By Prudence Chamberlain.

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I am her.e published 25/03/2014

o v e r w h e l m i n g attraction dis t o r t s
I radius toward an outcome of joy
washed with river water & silt
Out of sight it passes swimming
as red t-shirts and blue eyes are
green I am her

of expression
of desire brings art
of love
slows down limited objects

By Alison Gibb.

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Examples & models published

Trackie-bottom investigative, fatally bored,
not huff-puff but enough tough stuff.
We can go lately humming a chanter-lily melody,
the bear that hangs in the recess.
Taxidermic prophecy.

By Andrew Spragg.

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