With this song which might as well have been a poem: Rent a flat above a shop, cut your hair and get a job. Smoke some fags and play some pool, pretend you never went to school. But still you’ll never get it right ‘cos when you’re laid in bed at night watching roaches climbContinue reading “Get Frisky”
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“Ах Александр Сергеевич, милый…!”
Ooh, 19th Century Russian Orientalism! Where the sea forever splashes By a desolate rocky shore, Where the moon more warmly glimmers O’er the mellow twilight hours, Where the Muslim in his harem Spends his days in revelry, There, a sorceress caressed me, Handed me a talisman. OK, no, seriously, this is not one of myContinue reading ““Ах Александр Сергеевич, милый…!””
Fragment from “The Child Dying”
…You are so great, and I so small: I am nothing, you are all: Being nothing, I can take this way. Oh I need neither rise nor fall, For when I do not move at all I shall be out of all your day… – Edwin Muir. This is pretty much how I feel aboutContinue reading “Fragment from “The Child Dying””
Monday Night Poetry Club… Sandwich
Parable For a Certain Virgin Oh, ponder, friend, the porcupine; Refresh your recollection, And sit a moment, to define His means of self-protection. How truly fortified is he! Where is the beast his double In forethought of emergency And readiness for trouble? Recall his figure, and his shade— How deftly planned and clearly For slitheringContinue reading “Monday Night Poetry Club… Sandwich”
Monday Night Poetry Strip-Club
“This is the fear, this is the dread, these are the contents of my head.” ~ Annie Lennox I’ve heard a person ones compare publishing poetry to stripping – since both are so bloody revealing, and it’s easier to make a fool of yourself than you’d think (no doubt our friends the Norwegians would agreeContinue reading “Monday Night Poetry Strip-Club”
Natalia A. 