THE CRANIUM IS A SPACE TRAVELER’S HELMET

MARCUS SLEASE POETRY, NOMADIC SURREALISM, Rides

READING FROM NEW BOOK RIDES IN MY FLAT IN EAST LONDON DOCKLANDS:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=obmm3xjknAc

“There is only seeing and, in order to go to see, one must be
a pirate”

There are mashups with train rides forwards and backwards all around the U.K.

Rides is part of my nomadic surrealist project.

AVAILABLE OVER HERE:

RIDES

 

 

RIDES

NOMADIC SURREALISM, Rides

My new book is just out! YIPPPIEEE!! Started this in 2008 when I first came to London. Picked it up again in 2012 after coming back from living in Poland and Turkey. It was poems written at tube stops around London. Then poems written on the circle line in London. Finally it became poems written on trains all over the U.K. Sitting backwards on the way there. Sitting forwards on the way back. Some real. Some imagined. What’s the difference? Super happy to have Blart Books publish it. Super happy!! Check it out!! Grab a copy!! It’s poetry for pirates!

Bernadette Mayer, Ted Berrigan, Ron Padgett are some of the influences. 


A little more about the book over at H_ngm_n (where some of the poems were also published):

http://h-ngm-n.tumblr.com/post/86997117895/this-poem-this-monster-marcus-slease

Rides
Marcus Slease
There is only seeing and, in order to go to see, one must be
pirate” said Kathy Acker. This is pirate literature. On a train.
Partly inspired by Ted Berrigan’s Train Ride from 1971,
Rides has a reality hunger. A mash up of memories and 
observations on train rides all over the U.K.
“A moving stage theatre,” 
“A special mission with a Mormon bodybuilder,” 
“A donut the size of your face called the TexASS.”
The speaker is “staging the room for their own pornography.”
Nicole Kidman and Tom Cruise make a special appearance in their epic blockbuster Far and Away on a train from Brighton. Natalie Portman’s dress appears on a train to Brighton. The “psycho southeast harbor” of Folkestone is an inferno of the shirtless being stuffed with chips. In Norwich children slide down a slide into a graveyard.The soundtrack is Pussy Riot and The Raincoats. Rides is a sad romance. “A gravy moat with mash potatoes in the middle.” Personal and personable, the speaker of these poems doesn’t “want to be
clever” they just want “to be real.” Domestic expansive and full
of truth nuggets: If you paint a person / with house paint
they will live / if you don’t paint / the bottom of their feet.”
Here’s Marcus reading a selection from Rides
£7.00
 
 
 

 

House Call 1936 by Dani Sandal

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Leather wombs, payments of lamb shanks, still births . .

Dani Sandal plus Kathy Acker plus William Burroughs plus plus plus

House Call: 1936
Beneath naked bulb hung from twisted cord, a black-bagged surgeon stoops to stroke porch dog dozing on bloodied bone. Inside his leather womb, steel instruments, useless as dried teats of this fat-bellied bitch, still smell of vinegar. His sway-back nag waits, an empty cradle, stayed atop prairie plane. Payment of lamb shank, tucked tight in coat sleeve; its sacrificed skull buried deep behind slaughter house. He has soaked the woman’s sorrow with ether-drenched rags now burning in fires of cedar bough as smoke slinks from stone flue like drunken angels toward heaven’s floor. Barren moon hovers, blue as stillbirth, this quiet night.
(first appeared in Puerto Del Sol Winter 2013: http://www.puertodelsol.org/current.html)