Congratulations from me as well.
On 2/1/07, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> - have a great night, R, J, and D...I wish I could pop over and in.
>
> Max in Melbourne
>
> Quoting Robin Hamilton <[log in to unmask]>:
>
> > FYI.
> >
> > Robin
> >
> > *******************************************
> >
> > Leicester Poetry Society presents
> > Arrowhead Press Poets
> > Friday, February 9, 2007, 7.30pm, Leicester Adult Education College,
> > Wellington Street
> > Entrance £3.50 (concessions £2.50)
> > Free to LPS members (and you can join on the door!)
> >
> > Arrowhead Press ( http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk) has been described in
> the
> > Guardian as 'one of the new presses worth watching.' To date, they have
> > published seven poetry pamphlets and eleven full collections.
> >
> > Joanna Boulter, Arrowhead's Poetry Editor and herself a poet, will talk
> > about the poetry publishing business and give advice to poets looking
> for
> > publication.
> >
> > Two other Arrowhead poets will also be present to read their work.
> >
> > David Bircumshaw
> >
> > "Here are modernistic yet approachable poems, rich with allusions and
> > word-play, and suffused with a sort of angry tenderness."
> >
> > For my Father
> >
> > Flemish bond, English bond, slap the trowel, plumb the line.
> > Six o'clock, on the dot, up and out, work's about.
> > It's seven quid a week and a ten bob note.
> > Billycan, in the hand, white outside, black within.
> > Morning come, frozen bone; night and home, frozen bone.
> > It's seven quid a week and a ten bob note.
> > Dawn and dusk: English bond; seven pound: frozen bound.
> >
> > Robin Hamilton
> >
> > "Robin is a vital and disturbing love poet and a bitter analyst of the
> human
> > condition, at once accessible and demanding but with a leavening of
> subtle
> > wit."
> >
> > Woman as Duvet
> >
> > At night when the shadows come, I taste
> > Your skin as acid on my teeth. The salt tang
> > Of your nipples captures for one moment my attention:
> > All that tight skein of your body I'd twine
> > Around me, my loving cloak, guessed flesh I'd wear.
> >
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