Articles Archive for April 2009
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Every issue we find an exciting new writer whom you should keep an eye on and ask them a few questions.
This issue we are happy to present Kathryn Simmonds, a poet and short story writer whose debut collection of poetry Sunday at the Skin Launderette was published to great critical acclaim and won the Forward Prize for Best First Collection.
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Apologies for any disturbance to the site while we upload Issue 2. It will be worth it!
INTERVIEWS
The retiring poet laureate ANDREW MOTION talks to us about getting over writer’s block and the poems he regrets writing.
The leading Shakespeare expert PROFESSOR STANLEY WELLS on the life portrait and loopy conspiracy theorists.
Renowned Faber poet MARK FORD on his love of oddities, fear of clichés and a swimming pool full of peanuts.
Keep an eye on…KATHRYN SIMMONDS. Exciting new award-winning poet.
Stanza Festival report: Are poetry readings a waste of time?
Nightmare of Existence: The ordeal of Samuel Beckett’s Not I
Guilty Pleasures: The delicious appeal of shiny shiny vampires and bad writing.
Disconnection/Dystopia: Losing yourself in dystopian novels
POETRY
New Voices in Poetry. This issue, Oli Hazzard, Colette Sensier, Anna Kirk and Liz Fincham.
SHORT STORIES
Recordings by a man literally falling apart in a story by Anna Towers
A Minotaur, chess, a prodigy and disappointment in ‘China Shop’ by Eley Williams
REVIEWS
Incisive comments on latest releases by our team of reviewers.
Poetry »
Oli Hazzard
as dawn
new
shadows soak
through the earth chasing
the dip
of their spool
hmm
i have lain here hours
waiting for the rattling birds
spilling on
tilting panes
to sink into sight
the
stars withdrew long ago
claiming the rights
of distance
no
my armpits offer
no warmth for hands
still cold
still clean
as ladles
in my palm
the holly leaf rocks
its crown of cradles
now the birds cry out
loosely swung in a net
long still shafts of light
stand through the clouds
thinking
what came to itself
with such ease
as though through years
it is here
it has …


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