Archive for April, 2020

Thursday, April 30th, 2020


I’m trying to find an early pamphlet by the Poet Laureate. I think he’s disowned it. I believe it is called “I Am A Kipper, I Am”. I might have that a bit wrong. Anyway, message me. I’m going mad here. Money is no object, up to 70p.

Wednesday, April 29th, 2020


Does anyone have a copy of Shearsman’s anthology “The Modernist Limerick” they no longer want? It seems to be out of print. Message me. Money’s no object.

Tuesday, April 28th, 2020


If anyone knows how I might get hold of a copy of J.H. Prynne’s slim volume “Girls & Chocolate” (1982, I believe) please message me. Money is no object.

Monday, April 27th, 2020


a stamp of dignity on them
a terrible power of annoyance
– it was incongruous –
a sense of imperfect mastery

Sunday, April 26th, 2020


. . . that an older person would delight in them too –
Thank you very much. I will set mine while I have the opportunity.

Saturday, April 25th, 2020


It’s muted probably if the so-called crystal versions of haphazard everything
Are pale gloom imitations restrained of the antiques gracing dim the mantlepiece

Friday, April 24th, 2020


You look at someone and you don’t really see them.
The interminable process of being.
But it will end.

Thursday, April 23rd, 2020


The horse looked at me
I looked at the horse
There was an understanding
I wasn’t even thinking

Wednesday, April 22nd, 2020


The plantation is going to pot.
You can’t get the staff.
Maybe it would be better to move into one of the service industries.
Or pet grooming. I could do pet grooming.
But no fish.
I won’t do fish.

Tuesday, April 21st, 2020


As the ambulance and squad cars pulled up outside Lux Massage
Bingo was squeezing his ample frame through the stockroom window –
If only he had cut down on the Toblerone as he had resolved
Back at the beginning of the year, of this terrible year