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Thanks to David Cooke for taking these two very different, very new poems; one written in December while I was in Brixham over Christmas & the other written only a week or so ago. Accompanying the poems are a few hundred words of explanatory prose on the hyperobject, a term I use in the poem [...]
Very very very pleased to report that my poem When all the animals are dead has been picked up by the Smithereens Press for their 2nd issue. A press I hold in high esteem & have, on my second attempt, got into. They started publishing, exclusively, online chapbooks. They have since branched to a magazine, [...]
Bright & early she goes to Hyeopjae Beach (before dawn) …The deplorable amount of rubbish —balled up paper cups with mushy fag butts & phlegm | a gondae ajeossi in expensive pastel golf clothes stood outside the 7/11 smoking 1 fag after another | never finishing a whole one before dropping it in front of [...]
The question mark defines our humanity, we are human because we have questions. Ask questions, always. Hang your humanity on it. i'm working a lot on sonnets these days; it is a wonderful form. ∞ i’ll know you’re coming by | the momentary dip in light. Describe yourself in the space of a quatrain. i’ll [...]
This is just to have the whole poem in one place for any future visitors who pass by & rather than ruffle through separate posts, you get the idea. i do recommend a second read though, never know what you might have missed 1st time round. Cheers for reading by the way. Busan: City by [...]
Busan: City by the Sea— Part 3 Economy of Busan 1 Everyone’s talking about the low volume of tourists: the Chinese are boycotting Korea, because of THAAD. Hotel’s, restaurants & cafes, though by no means desolate are far from packed to the brim. Discounts across the board. Economies are like populations of species, remove one [...]
Second part. A tour of a department store & all the frills & thrills, the worst case scenarios & the separations that continues to ensue because... Busan: City by the Sea— part 2 Shinsaegae (The New World) Department Store i There is enough here for everyone to have something unique, something all their own, which [...]
Photographs were not the only product of my Busan trip, naturally, a poem emerged, a long poem. Busan: City by the Sea— part 1 Just Another Tourist A farmer’s profiled face, the ideal line, tilted back 40 degrees watching the sky bedded in geraniums, cosmos & violets; the face made [...]
An absolute belter by S.S. Hicks, the dweller in the desert, but her imagery may come out of the desert, but its certainly ain't deserted of density & complexity. An astonishing control of verbs to set the action of nature moving: got to appreciate "light fanning into a kaleidoscope of green" the unexpected use of [...]
“ There, I am desperately free and naive; but knowing this oh dear happiness, dear misery; there is no distinctive sign except that one tearing one’s heart, and a smile destined to nobody(...)" E.Stachura
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Vincent Hanley
poems, poets, and prosody
