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The title is a dead give away for this post.Been sitting on this set quite awhile & finally got round to having a dabble with them. I was visiting my pal Omar, a musician from Morocco. I happened to, at this time, meet a very interesting man called Saad, also from Morocco. We met outside [...]
Very pleased to have 3 poems published at the High Window alongside so many talented poets. Thanks to the editors David Cooke & Anthony Costello for taking them. The Resident Artist, Angela Smyth also did art work for my poem Cover Story. The poem Cover Story, just to give you a bit of background, is also [...]
i recently sent this one to Tim Miller at wordandsilence, via email & he said these things about this poem: one hell of a first stanza!!!!!!!!!!!!! (my exclamation marks) Of everything you've sent me this one is tops for me.!!!!!!!!! (my exclamation marks). It's interesting to me what yr doing with this place people go on [...]
흑자 I am imperfect- I admire that in something especially myself : such a dominant weakness in so many other living things I have used to my advantage: to coddle humans into feeding me scraps which I’ll get by on. the tip grew into this burl like the grip of a gear stick. I developed [...]
i am over the moon to report that the poet Jose Angel Araguz, author of the beautiful, aphoristic The Book of Flight, has published one of my poems 해녀, alongside photographs by the mythographer, filmmaker & photographer of Joey Rositano, on his blog thefridayinfluence. you have perhaps read about my admiration of Jose's work before that [...]
i find myself getting more fixated on photography these days. i watch documentaries, rummage through blogs, journals, even in a waiting room, cafe, restaurant i thumb through mags at composition & framing; look with lenses at the world happening, thinking in photos. i am a perfect amateur, but i think i have been nipped by [...]
i find landscape pictures difficult: the lighting must be absolutely spot on, which is determined by a number of factors you have no control over but must anticipate. your pretty much onto a winner for light early morning or evening, but the afternoon can be a nuisance. the variegation of the layers of cloud must [...]
i am still reeling in my tongue from the surprise reception i received after Tim Miller published me on wordandsilence. i have never had that much focus before & it felt good. i am following it up with a poem Tim helped me edit, an apt follow up then. Cities terrify me & here is [...]
i made a recent hike up to ask the goddess for context. i wrote this poem a while back now, but as she answered my request i submit this poem, in genuflect thanks. (all photos by yours truly.) historical episodes from the life of Halla Mt in her youth, she leaked supple magma from her [...]
funny how you grow out of things: i used to enjoy reading poems about seasons, but back then i was obsessed with the Romantics. my appreciation has shifted solely to their more difficult works rather than the wet-through lyrics they wrote to make some cash. i wrote this lyric to be in as un-Romantic a [...]
“ 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
