'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...
(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...
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...
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 - 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. - There is nothing worse than pouring my own bath. I need...
‘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,...
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...
Anthea Hamilton London 2012 poster →
Day one of advent, one diver, diving.