January 2012
51 posts
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and that's when it hit me, goddammit
nobody ever texts me any more
i get tweeted a lot i suppose
the neck of my guitar will bend
if i leave it propped up against
the radiator
i feel watchful for something
i feel concentrated on tea
i am the pencil shavings in my
own pencil case, i am a ball
caught in mid air
i slept through my lecture yesterday
but nobody noticed
i feel like i want to drink wine tonight
i wonder why i...
good morning star shine, the earth says hello
to say it is nearly spring would be a bit of an over-statement
but it would certainly be more romantic
January wants us holding spring in our hands
young soil like wet sand, a bend in
dry stalks like cracked pencils
a conversation re-furling into its own
admissions
the morning still hanging like a dumb
winter snap threatening this spring
maybe you sit upright in a chair
maybe your...
VERY SHORT REVIEW OF THE SAME GIG WHAT I DONE →
“Sian Rathore’s poems had us all hooting and delighted by their in-your-face exuberance.”
REVIEW OF A GIG WHAT I DID →
The last of the featured readers, Sian Rathore took the stage next; her first poems included some memorable lines (‘she had the anagram of a good face’), but her third, and longest, got the biggest reaction of the night. A description of hypermanic episodes, ‘I’m So Jacked’ was the poetic equivalent of the Chuck Norris internet memes (‘I’m so jacked I’m listening to Marilyn Manson and I don’t...
everything is good and nothing hurts
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“I should win an award for self-destruction, self-mutilation, and self-loathing....”
– The Insurgent by Noah Cicero (via muumuuhouse)
on thursday everything is going to get so much...
my macbook arrives on thursday which means: 1. more writing 2. more song recordings 3. liteos (literary videos) 4. i’m never leaving the house again. i have so missed having a macbook.
lend me your arms
Can i have a borrow of your arms? you’ll get them back it’s for a project i can’t say much more mild bruising may occur but i’ll stitch them back on with gusto.
losing it
whatever you’re saying to me you’re probably not meant to be saying. you are full of thumb-worn pages your blood is the kind of river that people throw traffic cones into I could pickle your organs compartmentalise you fully I write notes in the margins of the book we haven’t written yet you told me you wanted to take me to Faro I told you I’m scared of flying the book would have been...
tweetcloud poem
a poem made up of all the most common words i have been tweeting over 4 months. Yeah, twitter love vegan time fuck Christmas night getting to fucking feel, actually tomorrow look:
watching tonight.
nice.
life is something i have to ask questions about
LIFE
Whatever life gave him in Dix’s clunky car he breathed in through gray mushroom clouds
And The Daytime Television Here Is Dull, Not Like Home “when are you coming back?” precarious like the solder’s flame “I didn’t mean it darling” a disease from Red America How did it get All The Way Here? civil, he said yet keeping still. videos flicker in the moonthink like the...
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being a vegan is piss easy why the hell have i...
watch out
for up literature’s february edition where my poem “in the restaurant” will be published.
i'm thinking of writing down my thoughts
i’m thinking of putting together a small chapbook called ‘thoughts i’ve had’ and i am looking to sell it for £2.50 a pop that you can pay on paypal. who would buy it then. if so expect it ready this spring.
