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14 October 2010 all the mornings of the worldI’m savedsocks are holy bee stings are not my tongue has drunkthe lust of yr race ———————————————–supreme lucidity: when the lightsdie down… Read more.

friends made a nice wee chapbook of selected work called Primitive Pianos :-) flying from venice. staying 2 min from the old town in Prague. 6 nights of poetry. Prague… Read more.

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The 2010 Prague Microfestival features readings, music and film screenings, with performances by Irish-American poet Marcus Slease, Berlin poets Donna Stonecipher & Alistair Noon, and Prague writers Hana Androniková, Holly… Read more.

heading to Prague to read some of my new work. check it: Prague Microfest Read more.

a newspaper soaked in bloodor oilor gluedto a balloonor fishedin vinegar she got fired upwe got fed he got listless chillsfrom the magnum opus there is proof in the half… Read more.

living in Trieste Italia . . . James Joyce statue and bridge . . . white castle. . . . Rilke . . . prosciutto . . . strong short… Read more.

DREAMS INSIDE A CUCUMBER i nay say i took and so we all must on this pre-dawn marriage bed in a trembling Turkish noon Read more.

my new chapbook Nerve Fibre: London has printed . . . yippie . . . hurrah . . .a bit of Dante . . . a bit of purgatory .… Read more.

1. Eski Yeni Their bodies were made from a slice of toast, the kind you put under roast piegeons (Sartre, Nausea) I’m writing to you in this weather among buckets… Read more.

Three weeks of not writing. No. perhaps four. And wondering if I can still write. That’s worst time. between projects. Just working long hours at a language school. now moving… Read more.

Hamam oh Cemal there are no candles on a navel stonea man grew me frightenedin the manner of chips I was friedand I became the method of sandpaperand I didn’t… Read more.

KARAMAN (Anatolia) the city is under construction. the newly planted trees provide no shade. students pack every morning into the dolmus with peasants and workers. In the centre new buildings… Read more.

AMASRA the dijinns are relativethis is affecting a lot of peoplenear youa good wonderfulkismettoss yr hairsqueeze meoffcheck that fish with lungs ***************************************** i met your moodsout to lunchspices of the… Read more.

miss this fine fella in North Carolina!!! B. Howe’s Wax Wroth Read more.

A TONALIST WRITING Read more.

in response to a review of Tom Raworth in which the reviewer argues that so-called difficult poetry is anti-capitalist and difficult “modernist’ poetry carries more political weight than the movement/mainstream… Read more.

Mugla(Turkish wedding) born for the voiddry dolls fallaround methere are ikonsthere are ikons morehorrible than angels mangledin the trees the spermscentedgardens with goat’scheese the groom did the gorilla the bride… Read more.

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here comes the windthe blinds clacking like stuck penguins I’m sleeping with a flower venderon a moped with a bell from helllet’s part the hood and ride our Hegelian brides… Read more.

in this Karamandesert i’m beat beat there is a sweatstorm in my trousers and if you find yourselffalling apart there is a rain of mudand a lake of salt I’m… Read more.

what was the fate of the turtle gripping the talons of the eagle?do you miss sauerkraut stew?do you miss the bubbles of Polish beer?before you fall asleepchronicles spray against the… Read more.

breakfast: white cheese, tomatoes, fresh bread, orange juice with a drop of wodka readings: A Marzipan Factory by Grzegorz WroblewskiSeoul Bus Poems by Jim GoarThe Story of England by Tom… Read more.

ANTALYA I’m writing to you in this weatheramong buckets of bumble bees I am trying to write as ifsomething is happening to you these leopard skins are not my people… Read more.

The TURKISH/IRISH CONNECTION Read more.

some poems from Primitive Pianos (Polish section) in new issue of Gangway: Gangway #40 – Expatriations: The expatriat edition Read more.

art is recontextualization underwhelmed???? NO WAY MAN!!! Read more.

Barzakh Read more.

And I am always trying to think about how to write. As if starting over again. So that I am using different modes all the time and seem to resist… Read more.

EDA (Istanbul) Adana kebab is sizzling behind me in Sultanahmeta man in an all-white suit gets his shoes shinnedI’m skinned he speaks of Kurdish and Armenian symbols animals & patternsSilk.… Read more.

MIND SORES eagles search for turtles to drop and crack upon the rocks this is a tangible instant of a pure orgasmcracks in the hands of a moviestreamthe body of… Read more.

MIND SORES eagles search for turtles to drop and crack upon the rocks this is a tangible instant of a pure orgasmcracks in the hands of a moviestreamthe body of… Read more.

dawn’s kingdommaketh me beside the rancidwaters swift with myantlers my tawny bride engorgeme Read more.

DETOUR(Karaman, Turkey) here comes the windthe blinds are clacking like stuck penguins in an Anatolian desert this plywood mouth moves the soul ala ala the soul in mouldy chariots and… Read more.

GOLDEN HANDCUFFS REVIEW Read more.

Andrei Voznesensky Read more.

Celestial Teabags(Karaman, Turkey) there is a sweatstorm in my trouserscelestial teabagsofficianadoswise onesthe sun whosesubjectis neurosisflames of disenchantmentthe blinds are rattling sexology sigh it is hard to keeptrack of my buttons… Read more.

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Artangel | Stranger in a strange city: Janet Cardiff on The Missing Voice (Case Study B) Read more.

think like this: “May all creatures be happy and safe,May they all have happy minds. Whatever living things there are –whether feeble or strong,long or short, whether stoutor of medium… Read more.

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Grzegorz Wróblewski’s A Marzipan Factory A Marzipan Factory is the most original and enticing book of poems I have read in years. It is Kafkaesque and yet tender, cynical and… Read more.

Gluttons (original) It is 03.28 on the second day and my fridge is full of Pınar Doğal Yoğurt. There is a haze of lights outside my window. I’m at REAL… Read more.

Gluttons Bu 03,28 ikinci günü ve benim buzdolabı Pınar Doğal Yoğurt doludur. Benim pencere dışında ışıkları bir pus olduğunu. Ben REAL alışveriş merkezi daha kötüyüm. Dualar hava taçlandırdı. Ben tercüme… Read more.

Hamam(Ulus, Ankara) the upchoke of black crumbs thesemelancholy wakings nowattack the nipplesin the Hamam a manslapped mewith soap bubblesand scrubbed my face with sandpaperred dots spot my backwhat is raki… Read more.

REALLY LOVE THE POEMS IN HERE!! PAPER BAG Read more.

New Girls and Room Full of Surprises Read more.

Flying Bird Teahouse (Insadong) the sun on myfinches the feathersin my cup less plumbersmany electricians an evening performance of fruit sellers Utopia Spa cold poolsskating shakesheated floorwooden pillowsstrawsleather lumpsunsheathedpale drainagenever… Read more.

fresh hot and bloody good: Jim Goar’s Seoul Bus Poems Read more.

Itaewon searching for nan and Russianspot-bellied smart and tartZen Blud lust dhar ma top-ped rice cake orange fish eggs & salmon slices oh boy as regards this meathole tonked up… Read more.

Q. And have you any belief as to the purpose which the authors had in mind in writing the Ern Malley poems? A. They claimed to be hoaxing the members… Read more.

greed Read more.

MOVEMENT AND MOTION to get from the ship to the wave is a motion the movement is what happens my lover is movement what is a motion of a lover… Read more.

PETER ORLOVSKY <a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/peter-orlovsky-namaste.html“>PETER ORLOVSKY 2 This is how I wanna go at the end . . . . . alas of course . . . we don’t have really… Read more.

YOU KILL YOURSELF TO RAISE THE DEAD ——————————————————————the animals on a very bright day offer professions of good will. one month ago, near the shores of the Bosphorus, i slept… Read more.

PLAYING DRESS UP this gut kicks. this is a stranger and a strangler. i stain these curtains.——————————————————————i found grieving in the grass. I found a pervert in my throat. Don’t… Read more.

PLAYING DRESS UP this gut kicks. this is a stranger and a strangler. i stain these curtains. a wave of ships.——————————————————————i found grieving in the grass. don’t you swallow.—————————————————————— you… Read more.

PLAYING DRESS UP this gut kicks. this is a stranger and a strangler. i stain these curtains. a wave of ships. i found grieving in the grass. don’t you swallow.… Read more.

ELBLAG POEMS Read more.

Modernism continues all over the world (Turkish Second New, NY School poetics, Flarf, conceptual poetics, Gnostic Poetics etc.) All is possible Read more.

DAMN I MISS THE LONDON COMMUNITY OF POETS: FIRST KLATCH MEETING IN LONDON MISSED THIS ONE :-( THIRD KLATCH MEETING IN LONDON Read more.

PAST SIMPLE KLATCH 2 FROM LONDON Read more.

I SWALLOW FLOWERS tikies tikiesi love you flashy waysI love your sparkles and bearded menyour Starbucks cupsand tee key wrists suck oh suckyour thin cigaretteoh whiff of fashionoh spray of… Read more.

HOUSE VERSUS HOME my teeth have gone grimeythere is a baby chest inside me i turned in bed to repelthe ghosts this face slides away towards the morningforeign voices drift… Read more.

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A student at Middle East Technical University translated a poem about uprooting. The transition from Poland to Turkey. Here is the Turkish translation: Yaklaşan Kök Kanal Tedavisini Duymanın Ardından bilmiyoruz… Read more.

Some of my poetry from Godzenie in the new issue of Toxic Poetry. Check it out: Toxic Poetry Read more.

21st April 2010 everybody fooled me the evening foldedeverybody blushesand disappearsthe birds crawlon the branchesthe branches do not breakwhat is there to understandin the silence of this Turkish desert what… Read more.

Antalya (2 March 2010) there was a Russian prostitutethere was Gypsy musicthere were gin and tonicsthere were struts and ruts & mock turtlenecksthere was a bumblingthere was an opening and… Read more.

16th APRIL 2010 Bilkent East Campus on the burnt hillsthe light forms a cradle a pale song is cradleddusted eyebrowsearlobe and earstrobedark pupils gather lighttulip tulip alif alif alifI think… Read more.

Restlessness in Turkey Read more.

Cleaves2 is now live featuring 63 contributors from: Berlin, Brighton, Cambridge, Cork & Ireland, Denmark, Estonia, Iceland, Leeds, Lithuania, London, Moscow, North-West England, Paris, Poland, Romania, Scotland, South West England… Read more.

The search for truth is more precious than its possession I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious I believe in standardizing automobiles, not human beings I love… Read more.

blew my mind. some new poetry coming soon from the Istanbul notebook. Found great bookshop in Istanbul called Pandora. Picked up: 1) Selected poems of ILHAN BERK 2) Leave the… Read more.

some work from my Korean manuscript in the new West Wind Review: West Wind REview Read more.

(26th March 2010) Bilkent Center REAL I’m writing to you in this weatheramong buckets of bumble bees it is better to know my peoplethese leopard skinsare not my people tumbling… Read more.

my Irish pores are breakinginto the cold green watersthe cold muddy froth father father I hearthe turnips preparingin their groundby the pale muddywaters waterswe sink like anyold stone Read more.

Olympos (1 March 2010) on the wet floors of the rocks of the rocks on the wet floors grayed steps lighting sheets stone steps stone steps boulders stone steps heat… Read more.

(24th March 2010) Kizilay gule gule guleevet evet evet I’m glued I’m glued to yourcurly wurly yr gay dancing late night in Kizilay the _______ is a bodyof a lover… Read more.

Istanbul Read more.

check it out: London Writer’s Forum video Read more.

Primitive Pianos I dream this citythis city this cityof primitivepianosicy millions tell me sotell me tell me oh pulled toothpulled tooth that left a hole a hole my my myuncooked… Read more.

17 March 2010 Monday I drifted awayTuesday I hung from a treemy tooth was pulledthere is a holeI dreamt that I was real Read more.

19 March 2010 hot hot hot underlings i love you flashy waysI love your punting cycles and riddles in the wingsand the whiffs of yonder phallus I’m yanking out your… Read more.

This Thursday (3/18), the Duke Poetry Working Group will reconvene to discuss the work of J. H. Prynne, a poet whose influences and influence position him at the crux of… Read more.

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How are you? i hope all is well with you, i hope you may not know me, and i don’t know who you are, My Name is Miss T, i… Read more.

Mark Linkous suicide Read more.

If Margaret Thatcher wins on Thursday– – I warn you not to be ordinary – I warn you not to be young – I warn you not to fall ill… Read more.

coming uponly to show your own my boat has resurfaced I am not a careeristI am not your bunion the radiant dark is my new rehearsal oh honey turns to… Read more.

some terrific poems in the new Blackbox Manifold. Including poems from Jim Goar’s new ms The Dustbowl: Blackbox Manifold Read more.

1 March 2010 we reached the campsites at Olympos with modern hippies in this place of treehouses and roosters and backpackers MGMT playing on a mobile phone it rained and… Read more.