December 2011
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'Of the year' list
Song of the year
When I’m Waking – Slow Club
Record of the year
Diamond Mine – King Creosote and Jon Hopkins
Poetry book of the year
Mark Waldron’s The Itchy Sea
Poem of the year
The title poem from Roddy Lumsden’s Terrific Melancholy
Pamphlet of the year
Although it was published in 2010, I only read Amy De’Ath’s Erec & Enide this year and it’s brilliant
Crush of the year
Chuck...
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(an old) Poem Written With A Clear Head
It’s a migraine wind but I keep
the windows open their invariant
thud might keep an unruly mind
organised
and you like my look
that’s all my body’s ample
sufficiency I encourage catastrophe
at each opportunity I know this
about myself and in respect
of your regard for me you’re right
I envy actors their...
Greased Lightning
I’ll be waiting at the door
your palomino chick
for cream lightning heat
greased, ultramatic.
Go, go talk, of tits
and heat, lift me overhead,
go hydromatic.
Keep talking, keep talking
purple talk, ain’t shock supreme.
Don’t cut off this fuel
injection. The greased chicks
talk shit,
bragging chrome, pistons,
rods. Twins on the dashbroad,
mufflers on the floor. Baby,
the...
The Lady’s Realm
Morning
I plump for the skirt that falls flush at the hips by the weight of its glorious folds twinned with a blouse of crepe-de-chine finished with a silk collar and black satin bow.
Afternoon Tea
I select the tea gown de luxe - founded on soft satin (swan white) veiled with lace (egg shell blue). Embroidery of rose velvet and old-world ribbon work.
Five o’clock
I choose the flowered...
Caramel Swirl
Mine is the caramel
with salt, a skirt and a tinselled belly.
It swirls like my swishy hem
makes me maudlin
like sea frets, like sweetness -
a buttery throat
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I need something to do with my hands
take me and my caramels and swoon
with sweetheart films where the beauty eats
bon-bons from a satin box.
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There is nothing worse than
pouring my own bath.
I need...
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Beauties
‘I really don’t care that much about “Beauties”. What I really like are Talkers. To me, good talkers are beautiful because good talk is what I love. The word itself shows why I like Talkers better than Beauties, why I tape more than I film. It’s not “talkies”. Talkers are doing something. Beauties are being something. Which isn’t necessarily bad,...
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A Reason of The Sea
Defrock the rosette, undo the candles,
the bath can drain of aromatic expanse.
Unstitch the stockings, bed socks and bow ties
cast-off your hope of gothic romance.
With disorder uncharmed and necklace unchained,
the blanket worn thin on your knees;
memories of cartwheels, crabs and handstands,
conspire to entrench your unease.
Then you find under fret, at the hem of the sea
a coercive tug...
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Anthea Hamilton London 2012 poster →
Day one of advent, one diver, diving.
