An Inquisition into Populist Poetry

An Inquisition into Populist Poetry Paxman’s Inquisition A couple of days ago, i was listening to the Talking Politics podcast, presented by David Runciman. He was speaking with Jan-Werner Müller on the topic of populism. As i listened, i wondered if populism had parallels in poetry. i had something Jeremy Paxman said when he judged…

Rodge

∞ A spartan living room | old 3 bar fire on full pelt | a Wedgewood Elizabeth II 50th anniversary coronation plate on the mantelpiece with a chipped edge | next to a pair of dice & an incomplete Rubik’s Cube. Rodge |late middle age & peculiar | far away glazed expression | is sat…

That day | when the Man Dressed like a Forest…

∞ That day | when the Man Dressed like a Forest yodeled into the gash of a valley | the rising echo no reply but the semblance of his voice “which tragically has neither eyes nor sense to register itself.” First the ozone then the ocean masticated Kim’s missile | the whole world has gone…

Sam & Deli

∞ Sam & Deli meet at the entrance to their university | Sam arrives early every day to chain smoke roll-ups | trying to beat his previous record of 7 in the space of 15 minutes. It is winter. The threat of snow builds in blue cumulus | beautiful perm-like renderings. Sam: “Deli | how’s…

The Larkin Industrial Complex: time for confession

Larkin, cigarette unlit, almost gesticulating with it, sitting in a squat, claustrophobic living room, bunny beside him, LPs lining the shelf, is nattering with John Betjeman, & delineates the whereabouts of a Poet’s influences. After remarking that people often criticism him for being miserable (though he believes himself to often be, somewhat humourous & doesn’t…

A farrago of ticks &…

∞ A farrago of ticks & jerks | Pencils & paper | spectacles & microscopes | cup & beverage orbiting each other. Outside off-licenses dogs yanked by air | still tied to lampposts | “panicky” owners clasping their fur | hugging their paws. “The gravitons leaked out somewhere!!!” Strangers grip onto one another | rising…

A face…

∞ A face | with more secrets patched in than Bletchley Park | in a street | a transient space to move from A-B | the jaundiced buildings scuppered by draughts of salt & age | a broken egg resembling seagull shit on the sea wall “Among us | daytime is not failed night |…

Enter through a door:…

∞ Enter through a door : exit a window — the Dunning-Kruger Effect | an abstract dip an invert parabola mocking egoism. As i poured milk | a car outside in synch | let out a strain in its throat : the world’s phenomena are telling. Later when the rain |…| we played chess in…

A glutinous assemblage…

∞ A glutinous assemblage | peels & cores festering a patch of healthy dirt. “The cork in my head | i float.” i ate 3 courses of cork | became a ship. i paid my compliments | she winced at me “my condolences” i saw her point— you do. None of this is real &…

A miserable git no quarrel there…

One of them difficult poems i’ve been banging on about lately. ∞ A miserable git no quarrel there | Larkin the everyman’s bard, the lad the lark Going, going — i see what he was driving at | it came to pass : our tarmac | clogged up vagus nerves & ventricles the fields fenced…

Some thoughts on difficult poetry

Before my hiatus, i did something i have never done. i wrote a handful of poems in a style i assumed a chosen journal would want to read. i made a royal pig’s ear of them. The poems, if i should salvage anything, would be nothing more than an egg cup full of lines, with…

Hiatus

    i have decided after some deliberation this week, to take a hiatus from blogging. Perhaps a month or so, until the summer is over— i think it may be searing my brain, short circuiting some of the neuronal connections, my dendrites are firing blanks.     i furthermore, received a high number of rushed rejections from journals…