March 2012
5 posts
WatchWe here at BBP Towers also absolutely love Luke Kennard. He is unreasonably talented and is the current King of contemporary poetry. paulaskew:
Luke Kennard is also a huge inspiration of mine. When I first read Luke Kennard, I had essentially spent a while writing a bunch of poems that all read/sounded the same and were all kind of just Ivor Cutler rip offs, which went down well and all, but I...
Exercise in Surrealism Part One - Sian S. Rathore
This is my first exercise in surrealism, and uses dream writing techniques. This poem is based on a dream I had when I first started taking mood stabilisers and is loosely based on the model of the poem “Phenomena” by David Gascoyne. This prose poem will go through several drafts before it is ready for marking (as part of my dissertation) but as the BBP is “the home of first...
Only Slumps - Sian S. Rathore
It’s easy to believe anything
of monsters. How they vandalise
the bodies at will; fornicate with
teenagers, and play with love’s
Debussy chords and Elton John
at will. Their trumpets, just like
Pornographic films held high in
Secret files, the sweetened kiss,
the dizzying breath.
.
Like livestock, like a suckling
lamb, the spinning time-wheels
of a love in slow, cool
...
The Garden in the Summer in the Wet Air When the...
In the summer you spoke to me in privacy. “That
Judas won’t consider me” when you wanted me.
.
We went to the basement, where it’s cool
And worried.
.
From where I leant, against a tree
I saw you skulking in the kitchen light;
.
watched you walk the length of May
and touch your inside pocket,
.
took something heavy out your heart, and
gesture to us; throwing...
Time Was Not "Time" At All - Sian S. Rathore
I saw a dead squirrel that day. Innards
Outwards, fur less glassy - I walked alone
(You were with me), and I was crying then, but
nearly saw what I was looking for.
You breathed it on me. Everything, the
smell of you in sleep. The weight that
bent my arms until they buckled.
Small, I dragged you through the wet-mulch
Streets. I wanted all of you. My dress
Thick with sweat. And this...
