FYI.
Robin
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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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