Poets in residence
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Prudence Chamberlain recently finished her PhD in the poetics of flippancy and feminism at Royal Holloway, where she now lectures in creative writing.
Her poems have been published in 3:AM, HYSTERIA, Poems in Which, Lunar Poetry and Jungtfak with a collaborative work forthcoming in Country Music. She is a poetry editor for the feminist collective and periodical, HYSTERIA, and an associate of POLYply, a series of avant-garde interdisciplinary events. She is also a member of Generative Constraints, an arts committee that hosts dialogic events and workshops, as well as doing performances, most recently in the Vault Festival at London Waterloo. She is currently working on a Disney collaboration with SJ Fowler and her first collection, I sit on your face in Parliament Square, is forthcoming with Knives, Forks and Spoons Press.
You power-walk, I run if I am chased
& demarcate my exit strategies
with gaffer tape we bought with
the worst intentions.
We used to wild fire these streets like one
of us was alight & I miss your cigarettes
now that you are a Sunday jogger &
I am forever a screaming dog meme
off the back of your charm
at corporate social responsibility events.
I come home, weave an ethically sourced
banana through your muesli oats &
acknowledge I am trapped in Monday’s routine
all the while looking for love blood & marriage.
When you get in & take off your work
we decide our sex should be more visceral
& you would like to experiment with
the vast potentialities of instant coffee
in contact with bodily fluids.
I go about my Tuesday caffeinated from the waist down.
When I text about my energised thighs
“the metadata feeding the analytics
is skewing our entire catalogue of results.
I reply that metanarratives died in the postmodern
massacre of ’99 so how did metadata make it out
You don’t get it; we fundamentally misunderstand
torn against our wanting time
& sex & commitment & payment.
That evening you get under my ribs
& around my back, tying my calves in
locks with your trying & gestures
until we are innocence in experience
us two & I lash out hard,
kick you in the eyebrow & out of bed.
You do Thursday & Friday in the office
with an inexplicable black eye & I feel lighter
amongst the remembered laughter of your hands.
Brunch is not a human right &
we should be crying for everything
on Saturday morning but we eat
preserved lemons and avocado on sourdough
shore up out first-world
which is in the kitchen
with your long hair & my exposed knees
& the weekend together.
Amy De'Ath was born in Suffolk in 1985. She studied American Literature with Creative Writing at the University of East Anglia and at Temple University in Philadelphia, before moving to Australia and then to London.
Her poems have appeared in a wide variety of journals in the UK and US, including Esque, Onedit, QUID, and The Rialto. Crater Press published her broadside, Andromeda, The World Works for Me, and her work features in the Salt Best Younger Poets 2011 anthology. Her first collection, Erec & Enide, was published by Salt in Dec 2010 and her second collection, Caribou, by Bad Press in 2011. Amy currently lives in Vancouver, Canada.
I imagine myself working lighting up
a Bubble Act sitting in the sunshine
like a millionaire tripping in the fake world
tripping in the real world as it came
back towards evening. Hemmed in
by my own appendix foamy. Trying
to take a bath in something holistic or
to live in stark relief as you do sometimes, not
cuddling the song I invented. Crushed. I’m
a very conventional person, you can make
a relation with me, vegetarian because
I hate animals the memory sour grapes
the doubtful animals: who they are
and what they do is worse than sentences
and I am worse at work than I ever was
we don’t need radicalization or even want to be
funny, while art and the world is not not soft
I want worser worlds than I ever was
caustic little drifter on the grand canal
do make up in the loo like you do like you
James Davies is the author of several works of poetry including Plants, A Dog, Snow and Acronyms.
His most recent title stack, published by Carcanet, is a volume-length poem which documents a range of minimal interventions – doings familiar and unfamiliar. A novel, When Two Are in Love or As I Came to Behind Frank’s Transporter, co-written with Philip Terry, is forthcoming in 2018 from Crater Press. He edits the poetry press if p then q and co-organises The Other Room reading series in Manchester. His ongoing experiences of drawing yellow lines on sheets of A4 paper and filing them into brown cardboard boxes can be viewed on Youtube.
Jèssica Pujol Duran (Barcelona, 1982), BA Comparative Literature at Universitat Autònoma de Barcelona; MA Modern and Contemporary Literature, Culture and Thought at University of Sussex; is currently a PhD candidate at University College London. Her thesis is on Intercultural Studies, and she is working on the experimentalisms of Julio Cortázar and Italo Calvino in the 1960-1970s Paris.
Contemporary british poetry, translation studies and the avant-gardes are among her interests. She is the editor of the magazine Alba Londres, a magazine on translation, poetry and literature focused on Spanish and Latin American Culture. She is also a poet and has written and translated in Catalan, English and Spanish poets such as Lisa Robertson, Tim Atkins and Amy De’Ath.
Her poetry and translations have been published in different magazines such as Onedit, Crater, Alba Londres, Infinite Editions and Summerstock; and anthologies such as The Dark Would: anthology of language art and Donzelles de l’any 2000 (Editorial Mediterrànea).
Her first book in English, Now Worry was published by Department in April 2012, and her collection Every Bit of Light by Oystercatcher Press in November 2012.
Nicholas Johnson usually writes long poems and assemblages. They include The Lard Book, a gargantuan visual book on tracing paper in a silver case.
This was occasioned by the upside-down handwriting of clairvoyant NY poet Hannah Weiner and the 1996 BSE crisis. Listening to the Stones is a key English post-colonial poem about French occupation in New Caledonia, that led to the Heinghene and Ouvea massacres. Cleave tells of the carnage of Foot and Mouth, the first agricultural plague of 21st century Europe. Haul Song is his best known work, a lyric poem set in the slower, older, rural world, the bankruptcy corridor of 1970s farming Devon.
He has had 4 visual and sound poems published by Bob Cobbing's writers forum. Over the last two decades he has curated festivals, writers tours and made books at Etruscan Books. He has been a contributor of obituaries to The Independent. He was writer in residence at Arnolfini, Bristol for Starting at Zero, Black Mountain College.
His interests are in film, writing and music, evidenced publicly by his Black Huts Festival in Hastings. His writing concerns are in sound based performance, lyric, neoligism and oddities of character and speech, landscape and seafret.
During his residency, he will run workshops open to all English and Creative Writing undergraduates and postgraduates, as well as the Surrey Poetry Festival.
The Song of the Star is Born
The icicle cannot pierce deeper than it has.
Easter Sunday, eastertide; precious trellis
Of blood and sinew it all lies racked &
Despoiled on bordery hills nailed as delicat indices
To Dartmoor north : peewit rise
To sing godeletti
The light-beaten down-stream
Hurtling thru’ overhang lychens, Lutyens, Lutyens
it calls : in the hameau an Easter table
decorated with papaya, guava; cherries from other
airstreams. Bells peal 'now it is civilised morning'
Intact, my cheeks fill with smiled acceptances
Light put on dimwit shoes
Coil round fruitbush throats
Klipperty klöpp, the Mollys, hooves and the hands, ‘There is’, Philip
Glanville said, ‘names for most fields’. Peewit
circles over tadpoles in a dewpond : amphibions :
at Deckport Farm
where Ravilious photographed in '79; contemplate
air makes from light jetted from sun
on slopes of the world.
lastnight I woke tolisten
And remembered Nova freshhaired & lovely faced
the sound of the plantation,
I looked round the door into the kitchen
but Nova had already left, “hello you'm gone quiet”
She died at the finish.
Who walks in the hoaryfrost?
there stood Nova, lovely faced
the back of a
you did break my heart
Stephen Mooney is Poetry Coordinator at the University of Surrey.
Since 2014, Stephen has taken on the organisation of the October Morag Morris Poetry Lecture, the Surrey New Year Poetry Reading, and is co-organiser, with the poet-in-residence, of the annual Surrey Poetry Festival. Stephen teaches innovative poetry and creative writing at undergraduate and postgraduate level and is himself a practising poet. His most recent book is The Cursory Epic (Contraband Books, 2014). He co-runs the UK-based small poetry press Veer Books.
Sophie Robinson’s creative and critical work has been published in a number of journals and anthologies including Pilot, How2, Dusie, Voice Recognition: 21 Poets for the 21st Century (Bloodaxe), The Reality Street Book of Sonnets (Reality Street, 2008), and Infinite Difference: Other Poetries by UK Women Poets (Shearsman Books 2010).
Her publications include Killin’ Kittenish (yt communications 2006), a (Les Fugues Press 2009), and Lotion (Oystercatcher Press 2010). From 2010 to 2011 Sophie was poet-in-residence at the Victoria and Albert Museum. Sophie currently lives in London, where she is undertaking research into Queer Poetics at Royal Holloway, University of London.
why is everybody always writing
about fucking like me the more writing
to be done the less time to do the
necessary fucking for poetry
which is just as well when “at a bar” or
side by side alone & almost having
sex but in the end we change our minds ‘cos
work is early/harsh work makes you nervous
lines up the days & besides you don’t love
each other so much today as yesterday
& that dwindle’s dampened the itch to do
anything but write some stupid sonnet
frigid at the kitchen table no damp
itch to speak of no great love to leap off.
Jo Lindsay Walton writes poetry, fiction, and neither. His work has appeared in publications such as Damn the Caesars, Intercapillary Space, Quid, Plantarchy, Anything Anymore Anywhere, Onedit, Veer Away, Materials, and the yt communications bulletins, under various names including Jow Lindsay, Francis Crot, and Megan Zword.
He's also written some poetry chapbooks, and the paranormal romance novel Invocation (Critical Documents 2013). With Samantha Walton, he edits the small press Sad Press, and with Joe Luna, he edits the poetry reviews magazine Hix Eros.
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