Soothsayer! Consider this a legal notice (or sweet circle of fifths.) Consider this something stolen from gods (to purse lips through lines of information perfect cadence uninterrupted by otherness. People who sleep under bridges with no ‘commercial value’. We commuters... Continue Reading →
Yeah sometimes you look up and see colours in the windows of people who used to be like you who used to be human fire in the chimney fire in the holes in the wall...
“Yes abso-bloody-lutely” Says sax woman when I ask her if she could take me to the hospital. She rings a small, golden bell she’s holding and I realise that we’re on a boat going down the river where I... Continue Reading →
Afro-surrealism is fluid. It exists to establish neo-narratives, but simultaneously reflect pre-existing power. ‘Solitudes’ embodies this wholly, while moving at such great speeds that it’s true nature is virtually imperceptible throughout the text. Even re-reading his poetry feels like a different experience, a submergence into a memory that changes definition like trying to view shards of a mirror in endless strands of phosphorescent light.
Low sax lounge man drapes in past Saturday morning and into cello twanging evening before sitting down on my sofa and offering me a drink. I say I don’t want one, and that the best ones in the flat have... Continue Reading →
Poetry, novels, politics, resistance in the war effort, surrealism. Robert Desnos was certainly someone who had a broad range of talents. But his role is surrealism during the 1920s was arguably his most influential act in literature - described by... Continue Reading →
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