My prose poem, “Flora and Fauna,” part of my nomadic surrealist novel The Dreamlife of Honey, the third in a trilogy, still in progress, just published at OPEN: Journal of Arts & Letters. Based on experiences teaching English in Bielsko Biala, Poland. Many years ago. etc.
NOMADIC TRAVEL WRITING
My writing is part of a life practice, using language as a means of travel, being in the flow, letting go. Language in motion, not attempting to impart stale or static knowledge. Maybe language is a little bit like a finger. If language is the finger, then what is the
Why do we travel? The weekend getaway. The summer and winter breaks. The islands and exotic locations. What are we looking for? The travel industry is one of the biggest on our planet. According to the World Travel & Tourism Council (WTTC), the travel industry generated 7.6 trillion U.S. dollars
Some of my poems from Hello Tiny Bird Brain (a chapbook from Knives, Forks, and Spoon Press in the U.K.) are now available in Polish. Translated by Adam Zdrodowski. These poems in Polish originally appeared in the Polish magazine Helikopter and are now published in Helikopter‘s terrific anthology of Polish poetry –
Tomorrow in Madrid, 11th May 2018, at Desperate Literature Bookshop, I am launching my new book The Spirit of the Bathtub, along with visiting poet Grzegorz Wroblewski, also reading from his newest work, Zero Visibility (translated by Piotr Gwiazda). The fun starts at 8PM. Entry 3 euro. You get a glass
Nice review of Wróblewski’s Zero Visibility over at Asymptote Literary Journal. Another planet indeed. http://www.asymptotejournal.com/blog/2017/09/14/in-review-grzegorz-wroblewskis-zero-visibility/
From my novel The Autobiography of Don Whiskers. Finally hope to complete it after seven years by the end of this summer. Maybe. The novel is nomadic life writing plus a kind of surrealism and absurdism. A new kind of travel writing.
EXACTLY!!!! FREAKING MEASUREMENTS ARE EVERYWHERE (EDUCATION, THE ARTS, CORPORATE CULTURE!!) HOLY SHIT!! WE NEED MORE HOLY SHIT!!
I have long admired the trifle. It is the crown jewel of English sweets. I often remember it at Christmas. I felt a bit of nostalgia for the trifle when I lived in America. My memories are often connected with Milton Keynes since that’s where we moved when we “immigrated”
A POEM FROM MY MANUSCRIPT IN PROGRESS THE SPIRIT OF THE BATHTUB. AN ONGOING NOMADIC SURREALISM.