Wednesday, 23 September 2009

From "Poetic Speciation and Diversification"

By Peter Philpott.

[...] So, I’m sure you can get my drift here. My assumption is the non-academic one that poetry has survived as a cultural activity through its relative ease of access, and its direct relationship with human needs involving the range of functions language plays in our lives. It is readily produced, readily consumed. It is at root unspecialised. There’s plainly a form of it, or range of forms of it, I feel, as I daresay you do, important and worthy of survival and further development. Its value is that it is also at root unspecialised, highly variable and adaptable. Even British Innovative Poetry must be approachable on terms that don’t necessitate academic training and in places that are separate from higher education.

It seems dangerous to me that the academic ecological niche is becoming so important. I have overheard people commenting that they needed to do an MA to become a writer. This fills me with despair [...]

Tuesday, 22 September 2009

Wednesday, 16 September 2009

Lives of the Poets

Tim Atkins’s Life According to Bruce Andrews

Are you a male or female?
BLAB MIND BLAB BODY

Describe where you currently live:
AUTOCRACY MANAGED BY MIDGETS

If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
YOU MADE THIS WORLD, WE DIDN'T

Your favourite form of transportation:
CEREBELLUM REPLACED WITH JOY STICK

What’s the weather like?
JERK OFF IN THE BREADCRUMBS

Favourite time of day:
ANIMAL DICKS IN BED

Your relationships:
PENIS IS HEGEMONIC

Your fear:
PUBLIC FIRST, SELF SECOND

What is the best advice you have to give:
IT'S TIME TO STOP GLORIFYING THE WHITE ARMY

If you could change your name, you would change it to:
COUGH UP PREMIUM

My soul’s present condition:
I WANT EDUCATED OXEN

Emily Critchley’s Life According to Andrea Brady

Are you a male or female?
SWING STATE

Describe yourself:
LITTLE MISS WANNA

How do you feel?
ALL OR NOTHING

Describe where you currently live:
THE VACANT EMBASSY

If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
TO CASTELLINA

Your favourite form of transportation:
THE TORPEDO OF EXCESS

What’s the weather like?
AMMONIA CRISPS THE AIR

Favourite time of day:
LATER THAT DAY

Your relationships:
HARD ON SOFT FATAL

Your fear:
RAPED BY CONSTANT INDETERMINACY, BY WHICH THE EMPTY SAC

What is the best advice you have to give:
FOLD AND RELEASE

If you could change your name, you would change it to:
PORNOPOLIS

My soul’s present condition:
PEACE WHERE HER WOUND IS, FLAPPING LIKE A FRIED EGG

Kai Fierle-Hedrick’s Life According to Marianne Morris

Are you a male or female?
A HOW-TO LIST FOR GIRLS

Describe yourself:
CAUSES THEIR EFFECTS

How do you feel?
DEVIANT

Describe where you currently live:
LOVE WARMS TO IT

If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
CLEANING UP IN BEIRUT

Your favourite form of transportation:
TURNING

What’s the weather like?
WET MORNING GIVES WAY TO LATE SUMMER

Favourite time of day:
LUNCH HOUR POPS

Your relationships:
COMMEDIA DELL'ARTE

Your fear:
BUT REALLY I WILL FEAR GROWING OLD

What is the best advice you have to give:
WISH LESS

If you could change your name, you would change it to:
COCTEAU

My soul’s present condition:
DRIVE TO CORPOREALITY

Samantha Walton's life according to William Shakespeare

Are you a male or female?
A WOMANS FACE WITH NATURES OWNE HAND PAINTED

Describe yourself:
AS AN UNPERFECT ACTOR ON THE STAGE

How do you feel?
LIKE AS THE WAVES MAKE TOWARDS THE PIBLED SHORE

Describe where you currently live:
ALAS 'TIS TRUE, I HAVE GONE HERE AND THERE

If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
HOW CAN I THEN RETURN IN HAPPY PLIGHT

Your favourite form of transportation:
THE LITTLE LOVE-GOD LYING ONCE A SLEEPE

What’s the weather like?
FULL MANY A GLORIOUS MORNING HAVE I SEEN

Favourite time of day:
WHEN I CONSIDER EVERY THING THAT GROWES

Your relationships:
SINNE OF SELF-LOVE POSSESSETH AL MINE EIE

Your fear:
TH'EXPENCE OF SPIRIT IN A WASTE OF SHAME

What is the best advice you have to give:
NO MORE BE GREEV'D AT THAT WHICH THOU HAST DONE

If you could change your name, you would change it to:
POORE SOULE THE CENTER OF MY SINFULL EARTH

My soul’s present condition:
WEARY WITH TOYLE, I HASTE ME TO MY BED

Wednesday, 9 September 2009

My Countrey Audit

By the Earl of Westmorland.

Blest Privacie, Happy Retreat, wherein
I may cast up my Reck'nings, Audit Sin,
Count o'r my Debts, and how Arrears increase
In Natures book, towards the God of Peace:
What through perversness hath been wav'd, or don
To My first Covenants contradiction:
How many promis'd Resolutions broke
Of keeping touch (almost as soon as spoke.)
Thus like that Tenant who behind-hand cast,
Intreats so oft forbearance, till at last
The sum surmounts his hopes, and then no more
Expects, but Mercy to strike off the score.
So here, methinks, I see the Landlords Grace
Full of Compassion to my drooping Case,
Bidding me be of comfort, and not griev'd,
My Rent his Son should pay if I believ'd.

Tuesday, 8 September 2009

From "Thomas the Rhymer, Part Third"

By Sir Walter Scott.

In numbers high, the witching tale
The prophet pour'd along;
No after bard might o'er avail
Those numbers to prolong.