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Category Archives: poem
THE GOLDEN FLEECE
Why wait? This is the second sequence of the group: MEDEA 1 A wild west so fictitiousonly cowboys could live there.I leave my cave and take some clothes to the water.A fine dust in the waterstains them yellow. Someone arrivesand … Continue reading
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THE GOLDEN FLEECE
Time for a little verse, I think. This is the first part of a group of poems inspired specifically by the myth of the golden fleece and, obliquely, by Pasolini’s Medea (or maybe that should be the other way round). … Continue reading
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A plum from the icebox (with apologies to WCW)
Slightly misshapen, as though it were auditioning for one of those anthropomorphic fruit-and-veg greeting cards but didn’t have the props…
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FAITH
A flame that believes in everythingcould burn the world, its house,the husk of wood round the heart.Tinder that sucks up that moisture is a lie. It would never take fire.A flame that believes in everythinghas its own explaining to do.The … Continue reading
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Fortuitous errors
In the following line from, I think, Letters from Iceland, ‘And the ports have names for the sea’, Auden originally wrote ‘poets’, but preferred the printer’s error and left it as it was. Similarly, in the previous post, I intended … Continue reading
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ROSENQUIST: THE F-111
A man has a contract from the company making the bomber A beam at the airport A man in an airplane approaching a beam at the airport A bug hitting a light bulb A light sky blue area The painting … Continue reading
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Ian Hamilton Finlay: Acrobats
This poem comes from a fascinating interview with Finlay in Jacket, conducted in 2001 by Nagy Rashwan. It covers the whole of the poet’s career (and clashes with authority), includes images of several other works and provides references if anyone … Continue reading
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Ian Hamilton Finlay 1925-2006
An interesting article about Ian Hamilton Finlay in today’s Guardian. I’m not sure if his first — and, I think, only — collection of traditional, as opposed to concrete, poems is still available, but I thought it might be nice … Continue reading
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Time and money
I have Tom Raworth to thank for leading me to this as well, by Ed Dorn: Beau Coup For the capitalist, time is money(he bets by the hour, lately by the minute)For the artist money is time For more by … Continue reading
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THE GIFT
Time for a little poetry after so much unpleasant and utterly disrespectful ranting. This poem, written 33 years ago, was published in a fugitive collection entitled Of Western Limits, containing my work and poems by John Wilkinson, ostensibly written during … Continue reading
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