wooden boxes. Some are a bit more advanced than others. But the infrastructure is still very basic. The way back was a late night train for 10 hours. Started a bit before midnight. Jotted this in my notebook half asleep at about 6AM as the sun was slowly leaking into the dark of the train’s…

your Enneagram type is NINE (aka “The Mediator”) “I am at peace” Peacemakers are receptive, good-natured, and supportive. They seek union with others and the world around them. How to Get Along with Me • If you want me to do something, how you ask is important. I especially don’t like expectations or pressure. •…

half of your intelligence is from congress with other people thus, without contact, last timearound in Poland my intelligencehibernated or I lostmy vocabulary which amountsto the same thing this time I talktalk talk &talk if onlyto myself love songsare the sameand theykeep pushingmy buttonsespecially during sleep I dreamnon-stop becauseI set my alarmat odd intervals I…

Milk Bar(Elblag, Poland August 9th 2009) plump ladies are sweating into my gulaszlet feelings bring events and not viceversa my spookedspeech containsa bond with day-dreaming‘ello ‘ellospiegel in spiegelhistory is justa big Hmy house is noton the rocksmy little dogeats mechop upthe momentarythis is the tenderthe barter the humanmeatloaf Herculespaddles upriver witha spoon and the saltshaker…

Sopot (August 17th 2009) this sun brings me back to 21 with disorderlyhair with pierced earI did wear a wet suit on myhoneymoonstranger strangerI’ve leakedinto the seaoh woman hobblingin canary shirtI’m hereon this benchI’ve misreadmy trainssoon the light will go where are you ohtravel mates

Some interesting illustrations from Darby Hudson illustrations and some animations: animations

I love love love this literary journal. Quickly becoming my favourite in print or online. Always poetry as potential and a revival of the literary review as actually interesting. Unlock those gates. AHHH!!! Every issue makes me immediately want to write . . . beginners mind . . . that is the best feeling about…

Some poems from Alien Memory Machine (South Korea section) are in the debut issue of Radioactive Moat. Check the first issue here: Radioactive Moat

Garbary 11 (28th August 2009) it’s too lateto hand outthe chocolatethe duchessof Malfi is tryingto eat me the tactileis whippedinto the othereye and I’m a bunk bunkingon tip toesjeeperscreepersin this patchof northern Polandred starsdot the graveyard in this palaceof baby godsoh baby I’mgoing to giveyou a mysteryin this wormy spermycanal after that finalyes the point…

Bez Konserwantów (third take) there’s a hole to keep you warma hole behind the eyea certain slant of lightwith a fly sliding in butterto feel the turbo pigscratch his assin this afternoon glowdraw the sexsweatfrom my aging bonesthis is very much a woman’snovel my ditz nipples flap opento splay the winning wayto yon sexless desertmy…

One of the great poets of the 20th century. Give it a listen: BBC Radio Barry MacSweeney

Garbary 11 (28th August 2009) and if everybody knew what they wantthere would be no governmentpeople people this is a riotthe measure of loveis to love withoutmeasurethis is the suit-case of the worldthis is the sufferingthe sugar on therotting applesa saucer hidingunknowns the duchessof Malfi is tryingto eat me andI’m suspendedin the ethical

Milk Bar I’m in a PolishMilk Bar &plump ladies are sweating into my gulaszevery thought contains a debris What does memory reclaim? What is our bondwith the past? When didthe daydreamingcollapse? Spiegelinspiegel OK comesfrom the Americancivilwar 0K(illed) what does it mean to confuse existencewith life? The salt shaker is missing from my table and my…

Some interesting art and poetry in the new issue of Poets and Artists. I have three wee poems. Sort of Self Portraits. Check it out: Poets and Artists

Garbary 11 (Elblag, Poland 28th August 2009) the suit-case dumpedwith a late riotof lost love I am sick sick and my eggs are runnywe’re not legithey sugar sugar on my rottenapples yeahwe’re fargone so getyour leather on

here’s a hole to keep youwarmhere’s yrpokedoutiris we adopta brandnewlanguageand graceit upin death’sdreamkingdom heyhandsomeyou meanI’m goingto losethe farmwhateverhappens yep this islove talkradiocomingto youlive from Elblag