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52: a bucketful of permission…? 

Review: ‘The Very Best of 52’ Edited by Jonathan Davidson, Jo Bell & Norman Hadley. Nine Arches Press, July 2015.

 

bucket_and_spade-1I have a confession to make when it comes to poetry … I’m a bit of a slow reader. Generally collections of poetry aren’t that long, but it usually takes me quite a while to work through a whole book of poems.  I tend to dip in and manage to read one or two poems at best and then need to stop for a while.

I find the same thing with visual art – I’m not one of these people who can readily hoover up three galleries in a day.  When you find yourself walking briskly past a Caravaggio with barely a sideways glance, I think it’s probably time to stop. Actually, the stopping ideally happens in front of the painting. But long enough in front of enough art, and I’m simply done for the day. If my brain is a bucket, it must just be less like the kind that they use in open cast mining, and more like the sort you take to the beach… Continue reading


Heliopause 1: Mariners

[northern hemisphere: 23.4 degrees obliquity, perihelion]

heliopause-doodleBlack stroked full flaps down
Over uncast overcast naval greys,
Wingtip taps reflected wingtips
A parallel rhumb line rhythm flight
Ruled over inshore mirror water.
Pulling up in a clumsy prehistoric stall,
A drunken marine shorebound landing
Pitches the branches of this,
Their February isle.

Around again our orbit wheels
Past drear and dreich northern months,
Until anglers rewound cast again
From their wooden clinkers.
When longer days’ winds whistle
And fetch and chop and slop the surface.
And, filled with heat and hunger,
The cormorants quit to seek
Saltier sustenance
From the deeper waters,
Of driven seas.