Sorry all, the real and true date is friday the 12th 

november. 

thank you. 

sam 

On Nov 8 2004, S.D. Ladkin wrote: 



> A special event organized as part of the 

> 

> CAMBRIDGE SERIES 

> POETRY READINGS 

> 

> BARQUE PRESS LAUNCH 

> 

> JOHN WILKINSON - KESTON SUTHERLAND - CHRIS GOODE 

> ELIZABETH JAMES - STUART CALTON 

> 

> A special event to celebrate five new publications from 

Barque Press. A 

> large number of Barque publications will be on sale, as 

well as our usual 

> book stall selling the books of Equipage, Salt Press, 

Parataxis, 

> Landfill, Rank Zerox and more. Please bring lots of cash. 

and see 

> www.barquepress.com 

> 

> 

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> 

> Friday 12th November at 8 p.m. 

> Drama Studio 

> English Faculty Building 

> 9 West Road 

> University of Cambridge 

> ALL WELCOME 

> 

> £3/2 concessions. 

> 

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> 

> John Wilkinson was born in London in 1953. He grew up in 

Cornwall & 

> Devon before reading English at Cambridge. He passed a year 

at Harvard 

> working on the poetry of John Wieners, thereafter training 

as a 

> psychiatric nurse, and is currently Assistant Director, 

Mental Health at 

> North East London Strategic Health Authority. During 2003-4 

John was 

> attached to the Center for the Study of Issues in Public 

Mental Health, 

> New York, as a Fulbright Scholar. He is married to the 

literary critic 

> Maud Ellman and lives in Cambridge. His writing is 

collected in 

> Contrivances (Salt, 2003), Effigies Against the Light 

(Salt, 2001), Oorts 

> Cloud (Barque, 1999), Flung Clear (Parataxis, 1994), Proud 

Flesh (Délires 

> and Equofinality 1986) and Clinical Notes (Délires 1980). 

His new work is 

> Iphigenia (Barque, 2004). 

> 

> 'Base to Carry' is the most substantial collection made so 

far of 

> Elizabeth James's poetry, comprising work in sequences made 

between 2001 

> and 2003. Previous pamphlets were published by Writers 

Forum, Vennel 

> Press and Form Books. Recent work has appeared in magazines 

including 

> Cul-de-Qui, Electronic Poetry Review, The Gig, Masthead and 

The Paper. 

> She has often collaborated with other poets: 'Neither the 

One Nor the 

> Other', co-written with Frances Presley, and 'Two Renga', 

with Peter 

> Manson, were published by Form Books and Reality Street 

respectively, and 

> several poetry-and-sound works for radio, made with Jane 

Draycott, have 

> been broadcast on BBC Radio 3 and independent radio 

stations (some of 

> this work is sampled in Martin Spinelli's 'Radio Radio' 

series accessible 

> via the Buffalo Electronic Poetry Center). E lives in 

London, and works 

> daily in the National Art Library at the Victoria & Albert 

Museum. 

> 

> Stuart Calton is a poet and musician more frequently 

visible under the 

> name T.H.F. Drenching. He runs Fenland Hi-Brow Recordings 

with his 

> partner Sonic Pleasure. They release freely-improvised 

music and musique 

> concrète from an end-terrace called Flat Of Angles, 6 Kersh 

Avenue, in 

> Levenshulme, Manchester, M19 2SW. Sheep Walk Cut is a 

sequence of 

> historical poems about Scotland. His new work is a sequence 

called The 

> Bench Graft, an angular and impressionistic review of the 

disgusting 

> history of Parliamentary Democracy. 

> 

> Chris Goode is a writer, performance maker and musician. In 

1999 he set 

> up the theatre company Signal to Noise. Since 2001 he has 

been Artistic 

> Director of camden people’s theatre, and also Associate 

Director with 

> Unlimited Theatre, which was awarded a Fringe First at the 

Edinburgh 

> Festival Fringe in 2001, for the show Neutrino. In 2002 he 

won a second 

> Fringe First for his one-person show Kiss of Life, which 

previewed at cpt 

> before its run at Pleasance Dome. And in 2003 he took his 

production of 

> Napoleon in Exile (initially developed at cpt for the 2002 

Sprint 

> Festival) to an acclaimed run at the Traverse, and 

subsequently to a 

> London outing at The Drill Hall. He has been described by 

The Guardian as 

> "one of the most exciting talents working in Britain 

today". In addition, 

> he has worked widely as a musician and sound artist 

(including the duo 

> COAT with Jeremy Hardingham, and collaboration with the 

installation 

> artist Emily Orley). He is the author of Boomer Console, 

and Go Portland, 

> Or and the new work No Son House, all from Barque Press. 

> 

> Keston Sutherland's recently completed his thesis on J.H. 

Prynne and 

> Philology. He now teaches at the University of Sussex. With 

Andrea Brady 

> he runs Barque Press, and is the editor of Quid. His work 

includes 

> Mincemeat Seesaw (1999), [Bar Zero] (2000), collected with 

a large number 

> of new poems amassed before and since as Antifreeze, all 

from Barque 

> Press, as well as The Rictus Flag from Object Permanence. 

See 

> www.barquepress.com 

> 

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> 

> Keston Sutherland 

> 

> MOTHER SHORNEY 

> 

> What became of the anti-war coadunation walked 

> her tricycle through a square.  There was this 

> mat before the diocese of thirst and piss 

> we advanced up to it, with our face here we talked 

> the small change in and the metal shelf moves 

> back and then forth and cleans it out. 

>                  Disagreeable ovoid 

>                  bacterium chiefly nonmotile wet 

>                  as fuck you licked me 

> 

> remit these brine flies.  USFA what you need 

> to know.  Are the accidents that have nothing to 

> do with my life whatever I want.  Through 

> a window the agreement crested in shit-bleed 

> the small change in and the metal shelf moves 

> back and then forth and cleans it out. 

>                  And ground truth 

>                  data show the pier 

>                  osculates the horizon. 

> 

> The shooting deaths at Camp Ganci.  Afterward 

> we advanced up to it, that have nothing do 

> without my life, over through a square you 

> know something about.  Endurance is assured 

> with oil torture in and the metal shelf moves 

> back and then forth and cleans it out. 

>                  You drink too much 

>                  I love you 

>                  strangely, in spite of it. 

> 

> _______________________________________________________ 

> 

> John Wilkinson 

> 

> Lady Ghislaine 

> 

> A mute compere nods on approach: 

> Police business, best we’re cautious. 

> When a back office fails to settle, 

> the trading arm’s reach exposed, 

> drawing down air & spread options 

> over the oceans, tup in mandatory 

> arbitrage, feast on those margins, 

> one lunges dyspeptic after his globe, 

> prostrating himself, throws dice, 

> picks through a contract. Arches, 

> engine-room throb, ear mouse, 

> all of you lost in the fume cupboard. 

> 

> Whose is that modernising regime 

> polices its borders, simply to shrug? 

>     Malaysia or Congo. 

> Oak-leaf lettuce falls from a plate, 

> spurious messages darting over 

> a stroke delivery, coarsen its timbre. 

>         Tel Aviv. Oslo. 

> The door to the cabin buddying up, 

> the door to the cabin oddly was 

> locked when he stumbled on deck, 

> the door to the cabin was monu- 

> mental, Ba’athist span, an alembic 

> for dirty bombs, declining species, 

> bold to exceed or breach the border. 

> 

> Our doings outstrip us, & we cops 

> out-validate our doings splendidly. 

> Splinters clump, a lump hammer 

> trifles, doves each with a bleeding 

> liver proliferate, shoulder wrenched 

> on a gang-rail, currency troughs 

> gutted my daughter, not one belch 

> or a burp shall escape accounting. 

> Shapes loom. Welcome the purpose- 

> muddying mouth, farts lit for flares 

> alert the inspector: these the spoils, 

>             this the spill. 

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> 

> Elizabeth James 

> 

> From 'poem (berlin)' 

> 

> There exist buildings, lying, entertainment, division, 

> original which sand following folds there sunken feet 

> allowed jumble in intricate architecture. 

> A healthy height guarded the street interior. 

> The cultural tubes allowed the few 

> geometric reconstructions and property stones 

> to be wrapped and jumbled as spilling half of the way 

> to much sunken harmony. 

>                                      Facilities and lamps, 

> apt responses, change some businesses from the pile 

> and behind this past guarded transparency 

> view of the gate gone. Mixed with favour, 

> glass is rational, the small scale is a nothing, 

> the foot house being at the critical point is current with 

spilling 

> and sunken architects purpose through some trivial 

labyrinth. 

> 

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> 

> Stuart Calton 

> 

> from The Bench Graft vii 

>   

> Ring out distorted on 

> target brokered to 

> spanner perfectly a 

> retainer ligature. The 

>   

> jaw needn’t crack, 

> muscle tight across the 

> safe seat. Shake up the 

> snowball, as the latch 

>   

> alarm permits. It is a 

> grip of circular fever as 

> curaçao production persists, 

> unstirred, built to cope; 

>   

> the too-solid glaze of 

> frost can convey a 

> tendered brilliance 

> recalled on request. 

>   

> Count on this quiet 

> inversion, see if Andy 

> Love can draw a wince, 

> singing out, clear as a bell. 

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> 

> Chris Goode 

> 

> Cot death link to womb dream 

>   

>                                 : I am so scared 

> of the work ahead   the hands turn   into silt 

> & steal away    recall abyssal reach recovery plan 

> goes Challenger Deep    & nearly vertical 

> how I will hold up    here until the rain bumps 

> speed lights skidding abed    a lying night 

> a supine brain stem    sand map manganese 

> fields    the echo life map of the breath routine 

> susceptible gait in a blue technology 

> swirl    spot kin    speak utterly hopelessly 

> loveliness spiral    brotherly I came down 

>   

>                 an infant pigtail macaque compares 

>                 two mother surrogates: one is covered 

>                 in cloth, the other is a bare wire cage 

>                 

> soundless wreckage    the living cut    gay 

> twins conjoined at the atlas    prejudicial 

> seamounts mouthed in retrospect    news of 

> beagle failure    cats on the artificial 

> prowl    the bow wave    what do they mean by 

> window of communication?    millions of 

> dinoflagellates mechanically excited by the 

> sailors    i’m speaking of before they tidied up 

> shortwave possibly    shadow of the weathercock 

> what turns round in the mind’s eye 

> even her names for me now are spurious 

>   

>     leading to functional abnormality 

>                 mummy’s brave soldier as the day is long 

>                 to go without milk as a token of love 

>   

> a dream of a dream of neural fire    the 

> monstrous seahorse cut alive cut away 

> cut with remorse or baby formula 

> glucose    oxyluciferin    mute 

> the alarm    a plan for homeland security 

> eaten by facial bacteria    you 

> unsinkable    then extinct    it turns 

> the organ inward or it shrouds in black 

> the lanterneye seems to blink    befell 

> my image recognition wetware    & 

> I came down into the morning 

>   

> roll up the sleeve of his long-sleeve t-shirt 

> several new cuts this is how we fucking 

> talk to each other when the music’s too loud 

>   

> interrupted cadence trauma    intercept 

> cloak of night    ransacked parietal 

> bone for liquor    Olympiad recess 

> storage facility down to the wire I 

> sleepstalk loss    Jeff Buckley dead at 

> 30    spurious    lossless format 

> vivisect crowd scene    seed in the palm of the 

> fist    little distorted Churchill 

> gremlin crept in    colonise the foetal 

> breathing pathways    roadmap kept 

> with the water locked in the glovebox sleepyhead 

>   

>                 two more surrogates: cardboard & fabric: 

>                 two fake mothers on fluoxetine payroll 

>     one is swinging & the other is still 

>                 

> regular disruption to the landscape    here’s a 

> message from the Taikong Corporation 

> bloodshot and snot-streaked    city lights sideways 

> bled    Jeff Buckley dead at 24 

> Hollywood dream of night pearl    life cut 

> Philip Morris NPD gets firebombed 

> no sex check on the signal components 

> beagles on ice after lights-out    eerie 

> calm on the milk-white sea 

> Jeff Buckley dead at 22    which 

> bewept to the grave did not go 

>   

>                 a bonnet macaque slips out to the cinema 

>                 adverts for zoomzoom & auto-fellatio 

>                 lights up in the toilets where the 

usherettes aren’t 

>   

> rain band vivisect    fortune brought 

> an electric son to pick up & hug 

> & tight hold    dear Trieste submersible 

> miracle pre-emptive forgiveness deep 

> encoded sleepstalk    courtship failure 

> flash-train distant    we are experiencing 

> problems with sound    somebody spells out 

> M-U-M with carnations    vivisect 

> lossless    sucking on cloth for nutrients 

> ‘Dracula in Memphis’ wound is bleeding 

> day & night    no commercial use 

>   

>                 silent drizzle on the incubator plane I’m 

>                 breeding a sheer pre-Christian syndrome 

>                 wake up at midnight desperate for water 

>   

> less like the womb    a nation of cold-seep 

> tubeworms    we watched Tremors II: Aftershocks 

> (S.S. Wilson, 1995) 

> Big worm horror starring Michael Gross 

> city never sleeps    its aposematic 

> son et lumière    we don’t even know we’re 

> born    Jeff Buckley dead at 15 

> gang-raped by soldiers    vivisect the anomal- 

> opidae    is that Intel inside? 

> remedial intervention    an exploratory 

> surgical procedure    wasted on you 

>   

>                 say how will you then Mark Laudenslader 

>                 know when your children struggle and tear? 

>                 the duck stops dancing when the candle goes 

out 

>   

> the real-mother apparatus rendered in foxfire 

> a spurious kiss    dead air down the spurious 

> waveband    shredded on spurious methyl- 

> amphetamine    babysit detriment blast 

> one’s name is the least of it    one in a thousand 

> succumbs it says here    suddenly withdrawn 

> into soundless nightlessness    great unlearning 

> vivisect the splitfin flashlight fish 

> determine its smokeless fuel    no word 

> from the beagle    rewired cat on the sleepstalk 

> scared child moonless    asleep at the wheel 

> 

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