Dart and other meetings
A whimsical flick through the Faber and Faber Poetry Diary 2013 led to an encounter with Alice Oswald’s ‘Woods etc’. I remember reading that poem aloud several weeks later, during a lunchtime of poetry in the school library, and feeling the nerves of public speaking fizzle into the goosebumps
North
North in search of a true-nature tribe the proper study of man became everything a hot hidden Africa, a colonial playground except bullet-proof like sugar spring and lips lined with logic and maps tasks, deadlines, gadgets, whole constellations tuned without a whisper of here and honey and wholy thi
Kin calling out the past like a foreigner
‘Citizen’ is a charged and genre-defying artwork about institutionalised racism.
The Bees
Poetry: “The bees are going down, you know, it’s a well known fact / statistically but also purely / anecdotally, because the ground is suddenly / pebbled with the dead little things.”
Rift Valley
Poetry: “Nothing in the hushed hills, / the mute, grey ascent, to ready us for that / gash of gutted earth.”
neglect
Poetry: "he moves beyond reach / and I fade into relative neglect …"
