rubber ducks & public disgrace

-well, i'm back from uni. nothing to show for it except some superficial soup-making skills, one hundred & twenty-eight new books, & an interestingly shaped scar on my shoulder from running into a tree. first year sure went fast. -jo, will, lucy & i made sure to carpe the diem (& the noctem, for that…

opals & thunderstorms: the dreamscapes of rosemary tonks

my speech from the uea 'reading matters' conference 2018. performed whilst pacing around the auditorium in a dressing-gown & a faceful of fake diamonds. rosemary tonks' poems take place within a kind of highly extravagant dreamscape. she's generally regarded as a quintessential poet of the sixties, but i'm not sure that's really true. time is…

the nuttiest dedication (yes, more mallarmé)

this is mallarmé's COMPLETELY EXCESSIVE & RIDICULOUS dedication for his gorgeous-scary-ravishing sort-of-poem herodias (which i'm thinking about putting together a long post on in order to properly appreciate the dread-soaked erotic WEIRDNESS of the whole thing). "Gift of the Poem" I bring you this child of an Idumaean night! Black, with featherless wings bleeding and…