Guten Morgan (School of Fine Art, De Montfort University, Leicester, 2000)
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A Far Cool Beautiful Thing, Van… blue The Dear Green Plaice Glasgow Homage to Zukofsky
Oh for Christ’s sake gie the sign… Alchemist my erse, but he’s hermle… He’ll never blaw us up in oor beds… If makkin wings is his new-fanglt… It’ll no cost the earth– a wheen o…
It is not of this world, and yet i… And that is how it should be. Strong light hits back and the arm… Coming from where we cannot see, Ought not to see, another dimensio…
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Kiss me with rain on your eyelashe… come on, let us sway together, under the trees, and to hell with…
At ten I read Mayakovsky had died… learned my first word of Russian,… watched my English teacher poke hi… with a well-chewed HB and get the… to join his easy mocking of my ess…
Someone is born again. In the singing tower the rain Sweetened the song And all night long I heard a sad and muffled prayer,
A cup capsizes along the formica, slithering with a dull clatter. A few heads turn in the crowded ev… An old man is trying to get to his… from the low round stool fixed to…
generation upon generation upon generation upon generation upon generation upon
In a little rainy mist of white an… we sat under an old tree, drank tea toasts to the powdery mo… undrunk got merry, played catch with the empty flask, on the pine…
You don’t care about the wildness… my old gasometer! The kitchen wind… frames your gaunt frame, the black… stand firm, stand out, unyielding… of reds and purples in the dying d…
I knew his name fine, but couldn’t… He was Norway’s answer to Robert… among the sophisticates, and their… Do you not know who I mean? I hav… to check it up, but gave a lecture…
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I am waiting for you. I have been travelling all morning… and not eaten. I am lying at the edge of the bush on a dusty path that leads from th…
There is no beginning. We saw Lew… laid down, when there was not much… and volcanic fires; watched long s… faults; laughed as Staffa cooled.… bruises were grated off like nutme…