Sheffield poetics.
Tony Williams has just released his new pamphlet 'All The Rooms of Uncle's Head' available on Nine Arches Press. Tony's first collection of poetry 'The Corner of Arundel Lane and Charles Street' (Salt, 2009) was shortlisted for the Aldeburgh First Collection Prize and the Portico Prize.
'Split/Single' is a DIY double A-Side of poetry, prose, short stories and assorted morsels from Ryan Finnigan and Thomas John. For just £4, you get two books, an accompanying CD, writing unique to each individual copy, an interactive Facebook game (with a prize), free e-books and more. For more info visit cassettecounty.co.uk/splitsingle
Events: Wordlife VS Opus Acoustics.
11th August. The Riverside. Free.
Word Life takes over one of Opus Acoustic's regular Thursday night slots. Featuring an acoustic performer, featured poets and an open mic, it's a great opportunity to see some diverse local talent and sample one of The Riverside's now famous wine and cheese boards. To book a slot, get in touch at joe@nowthenmagazine.com. See you there.
|I have eaten My heart
There's a new black hole To look into Now
I have eaten My heart What jaws I have
What guts And the teeth! You'd give all your life For the teeth I have In my skull
I have eaten My heart
And you point that burger At me! What the wet lettuce Regrets - I have eaten my heart
How do you suppose An artery sounds When depart the parts That I had Yes I had And I have eaten
Eaten.
The thing Moved I believe, Even as it joined My intestine
|I have to bang my hand against some door to bring myself back to the body - Virginia Wolf
The lame arm of the crane      circling; unstocked shelves of a half-built     fully-left car park; the day has spent itself already      so early in the evening
* So early in the evening to be spent    to want sleep to brush off our shirts as crumbs the advances of another    too often I've said love      tongue to spine      too long I've spent not touching
* A man      alone a room with a hundred TV screens                                           talk town as talk town as a dialogue-heavy scene from a Ken Loach film town as a hundred TV screens:
the barrel swagger of a man the benched-in bandstands with the empty vials of people sitting     spent
or sleep-deprived and shaking bus-red-faced      drinking or already drunk and drinking
* People will always have their songs they stole from other songs: (town as a borrowed song) I fought the law and the law 'aint done yet
|We stand on our silvery balcony as if on the prow of a liner our white room perfect behind us unsullied as yet by our stuff which sits meekly in cases by the door and as we look out over Brighton Marina with its white blue boats all nautical neatly lined up floating upon their fractured reflections undulating upon the wind ruffled water darkly deep we hear the green and purple stippled starlings rustling in their iridescent thousands beneath the Wetherspoons pub and on the mast-wires and as the sun sets staining sea and sky shades of orange the birds start their shrieking shaking the air and that blackness which roosts in my chest tucked up beneath the struts of my ribcage begins to stir I say let's get a drink what do you say and I put on my crow black dress we go down and out into the dusk.
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