Several of my poems will be appearing in the Give Poetry A Chance Anthology. I will also be performing at the launch event for the book on the 26th of February, for which I have been bestowed this luxurious poster:

Also, my sculpture. . .

Birdhouse Sunrise Reconstructed

. . . is currently on display at the Museum of Futures in Surbiton. Go there if you get the chance. It is an enlivening space.

That is all.

a reading

I will be reading at Give Poetry A Chance on 09/11/2019, at Some Place absinthe bar, no less. If I imbibe enough Mansinthe (the branded absinthe from Marylin Manson) before the performance, perhaps I will recite in a language other than English, a slurred, automatic language birthed right there and then. Come along and find out.

I dream of ears

Writing about politics is kind of like apostatising on your deathbed; you may be putting yourself at harm for no God reason. Of course this is total nonsense — how lucky I am to live in a country where I can pass relatively free comment on political matters — but there is no more pertinent form of political discourse than the nonsequitur. As Albert Kamoo said, ‘The world in itself is not reasonable [. . .] what is absurd is the confrontation of this irrational and the wild longing for clarity whose call echoes in the human heart.’ Bearing that in mind, here is a political piece I wrote for The State of the Arts:

Do we live in extraordinary times? Or are you just as bored as I am?