Sunday, 28 February 2010
Saturday, 27 February 2010
Tuesday, 23 February 2010
To mark the occasion here's a poem about ivy.
This was originally published in elimae, Cooper Renner's excellent and elegant webzine.
Monday, 22 February 2010
Saturday, 20 February 2010
Friday, 19 February 2010
Monday, 15 February 2010
Le 23 février, Ivy Writers présente une lecture-rencontre en français & anglais avec les poètes
Pascal Poyet et Rufo Quintavalle
à 19h30 au Next (downstairs - au sous-sol)
17 rue Tiquetonne 75002 Paris
M° Etienne Marcel / RER Les Halles
Pascal Poyet, poète, éditeur et traducteur, a notamment publié Au Compère (Le Bleu du Ciel, 2005), Expédients (La Chambre, 2002), Causes Cavalières (L'Attente, collection Week-end, 2000), L'Embarras (Patin & Couffin, 2000). Ses textes ont paru dans différentes revues (Issue, The Germ, If, Action Poétique,
British poet Rufo Quintavalle was born in London in 1978, studied at Oxford and the University of Iowa, and now lives in Paris where he is an active member of the Anglo literary scene. He is the author of the chapbook, Make Nothing Happen (Oystercatcher Press, 2009) and his poems have appeared in Barrow Street, Versal, Tears in the Fence, Great Works, Shadowtrain, The Wolf, The London Magazine, MiPOesias and elimae. He is on the editorial board for the literary magazine, Upstairs at Duroc and is currently acting poetry editor for the prize-winning webzine, Nthposition. About Rufo, poet Todd Swift writes: “There is no other contemporary English poet quite like Quintavalle: from his extraordinary name (perhaps the most inherently exciting since "Ezra Pound") to his exotically-imagined, deeply-thoughtful, ruefully witty, and sometimes very brief, poems, to his slightly marginalised location across the Channel, he represents a different current - one that, should he continue to write as well over the next few years, will establish him, one hopes, as a key British poet of the 2010s.”
Thursday, 11 February 2010
At first I laughed when I saw the acronym PIGS; another little proof - like the Yummy Mummies who inhabit Nappy Valley in South-West London, the scrubbers with their muffin tops or the old dears with their bingo wings - of Anglo-Saxon verbal inventiveness. But now it is beginning to piss me off. After all, England's finances are hardly in great shape. As in the recent showdown with Iceland the prosecutor looks as guilty as the accused in this case. And all the tough talk from Germany about making Greece pay for its mistakes is irritating me as well. The argument here is that it would set a dangerous precedent if one EU country were to bail out another; this is the same line of reasoning that makes it illegal for the EU as a whole to do so. Fair enough but where was this argument when we were dealing with the banks? Apart from Lehmann Brothers it seems that every single troubled financial institution turned out to be "too big to fail". With all due respect to AIG, UBS, Northern Rock and the like wouldn't the bankruptcy of Portugal, Ireland, Italy, Greece and Spain have rather more important consequences? It is a patronising and frankly racist mindset that sees the problems of the swarthy skinned and the potato eaters as being separate from those of the more "civilized world". There was a joke doing the rounds a while ago - "What's the difference between Ireland and Iceland?" "One letter and six months". I would say another six months might be all it takes for England with it's colossal debt to realize it is not all that different either. And then another six for the US of A.
Sunday, 7 February 2010
Thursday, 4 February 2010
How it ends
It was the great wind down,
clocks’ ghosts being given up,
the beginning of the end.
At first it was barely discernible,
the noise of a plane on a windy night,
a roar a little denser than the hum;
and then when it was unmistakable,
it was as if it had always been there,
and that was the middle of the end.
Tuesday, 2 February 2010
Frank De Canio
Esther de Vries
Yuyutsu RD Sharma
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