There is Time my m- id- l- ife t- urn- ing yr kn- ee c- aps br- ought me up a k- iss f- or yr c- aged r- ibs, a k- iss

Homophonics my frugal heart is on urkneecaps I’m ur sweet hussy with twitching brows & fingerbones ur throat captainAHOY! this yeast infectionirrigates ur thighs beguiling uwith loose eyes ——————————————–Are you still in Poland . . . is Poland still . . . completely naked . . . my body is . . . . coffee…

Gdansk Airport Polish news at Gdansk airport & business men gathered round to count and count and count and I exchange ZL for £ and stuff it all into an envelope my life is down to 15 kilos plus a laptop . . . . I am off to London . . . then SLC…

our pores have opened too soon the spamof an openblousewe sitin Neroafter the meatfeast skimmedbreasts in a soy cupyou taste like Christmaslines are x-ingsthis is not a singingpostcard the peasantshave soldoutbeep! beep! beep!there is fur on yr toiletseat! My heart is shuffled itis intelligent itis a lotlike mepoetry is cheap I hunger & hungerand at…

. . . borders and margins . . . danish and hebrew and arabic and english . . . intelligence never tasted so fine . . . gatherer of detritus . . . nebulae of syllables and sounds . . . . . . still feeling those skirted glottal stops . . . those shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh’s…

tireless prankster . . .. the twin zodiac of the moustache king of all kings harry godwin . . . partner in crimes and minor misdeamings . . . . Linus Slug ahhhhh great to be in London among these folks!!!

fantastic presence . . . . and . . .. and well . . . . i dunno . . . . but great great presence as a performer and language acrobat. .. . i want more of this fella!!! richard parker

textures and layers and turtles on the back of universes . . . . Nat Raha

absolutely excellent performer and photographer and . . . well . . . feckin great work . . . loved all of it . . . and the interview . . . call and response . . ah . . . Georgie m’glug

Welch poet and fab reader of slippery lines and images . . . not dreary old english lyrics . . . Owain Lee

and recently returning from a trip to Wroclaw . . . . with a bit of the plague . . but still kickin strong . . . Ms. Frances Kruk . . .

and introducing edmund hardy with his sweet shoulder get up . . . . crumpled and fed and jumping . . . . fences . . . .

The one and only Mr. Harry Godwin (need I say more)!!!!

a cactus king blowingraspberries in this makebelieve you hardlyknow in the cardboardsundown I’ve yetto find the dignityof a proper forkit is not truethat we are bunniesit is not trueit is not truewe are balledand waded we’vesporked this citywe’ve frostedthe tooth kingsmy love my loveis the snow yetto fall the solitudechanging hands I travel these streetswith…

la da da dathe black cat in gold bootshas already goneplease please thisis the sermon of a crabla da da da

An excellent overview of innovative/avant garde poetics in the 21st century and its relationship to the marketplace/publishing . . . . check it: Any De’Ath and poetry publishing

Fantastic!!! Check it out: Past Simple 7

On Your Way to Luxurious Grass When I follow you into the cheap city withyour legs wet wrappedup in a skirt with scorched & stretched thighs we are following our follies we are not effective like the animals corpse maintanence with the machine thatalready has youin its perpetualclaws see the timeit seems to taketo poke…

A House is not a Home my house is the fireman’s dream, a bloodbomb, boob errors, booby tubes, yep, my house is a spiral, a throat captain (ahoy!), twitching brows and fingerbones. my house is ruse, my house is a hussy, my house is gonna get ya, my house houses a tableau of cut heads…

Elblag . . . Katowice . . . Elblag the toilet is full of shit with a footpump to drizzle out the water if we fall into the fizz I wanna lick you all over the old spooks on the way to Kalingrad hold their heads in their hands I’ve met my head in the…

the sound at a distance no shall I not, no shall I notimplore meno shall I not, no shall I notrestore me the gulag gaggles &hacks, the gulagis a Dronephone the sockets contain a quagmireof errors equality is in the crumplingof paper, equality is inthe silence count, and roll, count, and roll

Alstom Turbine Factory(Elblag, Poland 19th November 2009) these corners have straightenedmy hands the endeavor of rutsmasculine & marvelous I trueit is I baited into the poeminto a birdless placea massive bloke with crust in his eye handles the turbines with pockets full of moltencrystal we do oceanthese lips away may Icall you mine may Iunlock…

There is a special insomnia in this hall of lizards—————————–I’ve allocateda minddump on these two tonic bones—————————when my head fallsoff someone else’swill turn—————————perhaps this will leadto some small discovery—————————I love small nosepiercings I love small nose piercings—————————this is your ownprivatesound-track—————————this is making my head rattle this is goofier than the blandAmerican grain that fills my…

we don’t know where we stand or who we stand withor what stands with usor who can stand usor what we can stand the cat rolls its tongue &telegrams shake the leaves we don’t know who stumbleswho poundswho mirrorswho knocks we don’t know where we stand

Unheimlichkeit ( the breaking of ground) a boy a boy came to me with wads of paper from the Lamma welfare shelter I greased the pirateswhat clutches yr dairy air?my grandmother Jean was dissolving into Northern Irish gravy oh lottery to the grand land of dreams hidden Star Wars figures forgotten on light bulbs this…

Self Portrait the devils in the detailsyou grow your blond hairs you shave your blond hairsmy left armis from Ionamy left arm is fromthe lowerworldcome out comeout oh mermaidsthe hornetnest is the golden butter the mytho-poetic cabbageis boiling withgoldilocksquell quellthe rainbowI live towardsthe borderyeah

Trendy Club (Elblag, Poland) I’m not your stoic mistressI’m the oops in yon skirta sheet of metal throwsback the sparksthat light a cigarettewe’re hidden in itchydreams a creamytouch this stranger shacks with testicles we ridethe brambled motions

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Some new poems from the London section of Alien Memory Machine just published at the Argotist Online. Great magazine. Check it out: Argotist Online

Garbary 11 (Elblag, Poland 28th August 2009) the tactileis whippedinto the othereye and I’m a bunk bunkingon tip toesjeeperscreepersin this patchof northern Polandred starsdot the graveyard and if everybody knew what they wantthere would be no governmentpeople people this is a riotthe measure of loveis to love withoutmeasureI’m suspendedin the ethicalin this palaceof baby godsoh…

Some good work in English translation forthcoming in the new journal Cleaves. Check out her blog: Louise Rosengreen

check it: Projekt 1

Unheimlichkeit ( the breaking of ground) it takes four horses to overcome 14 pounds of limp flesh & what is crossed is found again in modern Utah a cowboy came to me shucking corn and shrugging with his wads of paper from the Lamma welfare shelter and I was chewing Now & Laters while my…

London poet, writer, and all around great gal . . . check out some sample chapters from her new novel here: Ellipsis Blog

super super . . . . the one and only Amy De’Ath has a poetics blog . . . . check it: Amy De’Ath

Putting together a few Polish poets for the Polish section: CLEAVES

La Playaseca

such a variety of houses and fortresses which fish make from their own liquor & saliva these details take precedence over a panorama ————————————————————-four horses toovercome 14 pounds of limp flesh ————————————————————– this is whale watching on the blinding islands with slidingwaters what is crossed is found again ————————————————– last night a Utahcowboy came to…

Terrific arts magazine. Combining/mixing various art forms: video, ambient music, visual art, poetry etc. check it: TRICKHOUSE

Some invigorating poems in progress over at Sophie Robinson’s blog. Goad yr loins: Sophie Robinson

mainstream and non-mainstream etc.

One of my favourite poets of all time. Second generation NY School. Joseph Ceravolo

Trendy Club (Elblag, Poland) I’m the oops slitsin yon skirtall creaturesunite practice smokingin the sheet of metalwith puppetlips here on icewith itchydreams dispersedin the creamytouch thisstranger shackingon the greasy table on the loud humof testicleswe ridethe brambledmotionsI’m not your stoic mistress

Trendy Club Elblag, Poland) in the El Bano there is a sheet of metal where girls can practise smoking puppet mastersmuscles &boobsohbroken faces I want to be touchedI’m not your stoic mistress

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

Didi Menendez painted a rather flattering portrait. If only I were that cool . . . damn . . . . Korean Shades and all

The angel of Poland at a Polish BBQ critiques the idea of Polish romantic patriotism. Is it sweet to die for one’s country or for romantic love? hm . . . poor quality clip but here it is:

Lagoon (Elblag, Poland) so whatmr Theo upstandshis head goadingthe wise belly dome& I’m burnedfreckled& follied all my friends are not wavingbut downing

Milky Bar I’m in a PolishMilky Bar & plump ladies are sweating into my gulasz Sopot August 17th 2009 this sun brings me back to 21 this sunin Sopot when with pierced earI did wear a wetsuit on my honeymoon where are you ohtravel mates I’ve leakedinto the sea oh woman hobblingin canary shirt I’m…

Dante fallsinto a swoonbefore a large & vocal crowdthat miserablethrong of lost champions get their lukewarmwithout hope no baptism oh geezers come clean a flush in the industrial twat

cartoon dreams with cartoon erectioncrossing into divinitywith hot rain with hotsand in the eye the bird in your bumis free take it on the chin take it on the cheek baffling wings of a grin

into the world into the cowshit & gold painted nightsweatswith Mr. Goar I left my broken watch in Jakjeon but picked upa hipper one in Myeong Dong DAE HA MIN GUK!

Long long ago this small lad saved Elblag from the invasion of Teutonic knights by closing the city gates with his shovel:

fab reading recently in Manchester at The Other Room: Sean Bonney and Frances Kruk

The New Yinzer

This is the second first draft of a poem from today. The 2nd poem written in Poland 2009. London Bridge Hey baby giveme yr lightcock chump call whoa whoa whoooarob the rambling windfickle yrself sickwith yr puddyslopeplaster my soul’ssoul never skipsmore’s the pitysip desireselsewhere balkeringsof bacteria and blooddustspot on my rain dabbedminions my damned ratsmy…

the jizism girls sit in their jizism windows take your faith & kick it out the windowwe’ll clay our way out of this darkI’m working on working on erasing you I’m on my lonelinesswith my fat lipsI’m drumpyyou’re simpleI’m considering drinking your ass juiceto whom do I spread to whom do I crack open soften…

Joan Baez vs. This is the Mother___ Remix

Must cut nails. They click too much when I type. Must get a sim unlock. Must get my nose into this climate. Must find toilet trees. Must get groove. Must get back my rusty Polish phrases. Must ask for a Reklamoofka or bring my own. Must find a table and chair to write on. I…

until buses, trains, and planes to Elblag, Poland. I should arrive in Elblag a little before 1AM. Need to look at my books again. hanging at a friend’s house by a canal in East London (Limetree). Lots of Boats. A fountain. Some ducks. Makes me want to try Tai Chi!

I keep throwing away clothes but I suppose I need to have more than jeans and t-shirts for a winter in Poland. Upped my limit to 25 kilos. I have 15 kilos with computer and books in my carry-on. Must unload books and get them shipped later. So what to take??? So far, from the…

Insane morning. Clean the flat. Fill the black bags. What to take and keep. I’m slouching towards another new life. Leave the desk and chair. Sold the imac with big screen. Got an old laptop. 15 kg of clothes15 kg of books This is everything I own. I wish I could narrow it more. 1.5…

Brian Howe and Marcus Slease This is the motherfucking remix

Turkey did not work out due to financial constraints with paying for visas and notarizing diplomas etc. (over £500). So I am off to Poland in a few days. We are all moving out of this London flat and going separate ways. Strange feeling. Narrowing my life to one bag again. Staying at a friends…

SET Edited and published by Gerrit Lansing, copyright 1961. Cover by Harry Martin. Includes:Robert Duncan, Charles Olson, Stephen Jonas, Edward Dorn, John McGavern, Robert Kelly, John Wieners, Frater Perdurabo, Gerrit Lansing. Issue #1 available NOW in pdf format. SET 2 Edited and published by Gerrit Lansing. Cover by Harry Martin. Copyright 1963. SET 2 features…

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Welcome to Tony Tost’s America. My name is Tony Tost, and this is my America: Tony Tost’s America Set 1 Big Maybelle, “Ocean of Tears” Billie Jo Spears, “Get Behind Me Satan and Push” Leonard Cohen, “Don’t Go Home With Your Hard On” Carl Story, “You Don’t Love God (If You Don’t Love Your Neighbor)”…

The sumptial colonel is losing weight with Zoloft& gaining weight with prozac. Wings have been useless. He walks the stairs to Wonderland. He’s an eliptical machine. Fingernails chalkthe walls. The sumptial colonel has headedeast hasdroppedverbs into simple tenses. His marriage loins gone drury. Sugar in a roundclay pot. The peace. The wasp. The slope. Singing…

I’m testing my banality. Do you see this moon tissue? Snail shells were once used as an allegory for both grave and resurrection. The bright green and orange parrots are outside my window. They are beautifully lost. There are more things in a closed box than an open one. Make haste yea gentlemen who ride…

Interesting to revisit this blog for an intro to poetry class I taught at UNC Greensboro. All non-poets and non-English majors. A lot of fun. I miss it!!! intro to poetry

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MW: Sounds like a self-destructive way to seek GodJK: Oh, it was tremendous. I woke up sick about the fact that I had come back tomyself, to the flesh of life…MW: You mean the Beat people want to lose themselves?JK: Yeah. You know, Jesus said to see the Kingdom of Heaven you must loseyourself…something like…

Leaving Wednesday morning. Lots of great poets to mingle with. My first public reading from Godzenie. Super stellar lineup: SoundEye #138-12 July 2009Cork, Ireland Wed July 8 • 18:00 • admission freeFirkin Crane, Shandon, CorkReading: Sean Bonney (UK) + Mairéad Byrne (Irl/USA) + Keith Tuma (USA) Thu July 9 • 18:00 • admission freeFirkin Crane,…

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