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(This work is an extract from a longer poem of the same name)       This is a site for production This is a site for presentation  What is to be produced? What is to be presented?  This is a site for the production and presentation of a particular kind of subject  A subject marked by its pursuit of liberty, by individualism and collectivity, competition and cooperation By the sophistication of its speech    This is what we do with our comfort  This is what we do with our plenty    You are watching me, and I begin to watch Rather than using the gift, I reflect upon it Cobwebs2 Among the cobwebs, there, gathering in the corner of the doorway, a form persists, a tool, a silence, towards cleaving, carving, separating us from one another politically, aesthetically, socially, so that we may create a demand for these things we make, that appear here, that we do not yet have a name for     Minds are bending to the shape of this walking stick    This is a violence that can be overcome      What stick or stone is at hand to jam this twentyfourhour self-improvement, self-understanding, self-actualisation and total education? 3       Imagined public space  imagined public law  and in the air  experience and habit float…  experience, he says, is the way through danger4   I wait for Him to come  And I am nothing outside of this  While waiting, I swim,  stalk the interior  One way to move through the world among many  I surround you in my way of moving, my becoming –  monotone address, edge and end  1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 minutes    2  Two words –  equality and equivalence  these are frequencies in the expression  of chronic fragmentation and chronic totality      I didn’t want to individuate  and now I am nothing  but a self-interrupting whole,5 a memory full of holes  haunted by the unpolitical    Someone said that this is where our obsession with voice capital V comes from And that listening instead, is grounded in our experience of the sacred It is our
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November 2019

Beth Dynowski

poetry

October 2019

Three Poems

Jenna Clake

poetry

October 2019

SELF-PORTRAIT AS THE OPENING OF A WINDOW ON A HOT MORNING   Three men carry a large snake home....

Poetry

Issue No. 26

DRAKE EQUATION

GBOYEGA ODUBANJO

Poetry

Issue No. 26

i’m running out of data on the train everyone is feeling particularly lonely it isn’t enough everyone & me...

Two Poems

Poetry

Issue No. 25

Charlotte Geater

Poetry

Issue No. 25

THREE DAYS   so it’s like, we shouldn’t press our cheeks together like we think / we know because say i saw pen on...

Poetry

June 2019

Three Poems

Deryn Rees-Jones

Poetry

June 2019

EYES TO THE RIGHT, NOSE TO THE LEFT     I had heard wrong. Someone was weeping.   *...

Poetry

April 2019

Three Poems

Kim Moore

Poetry

April 2019

ALL THE MEN I NEVER MARRIED No.4     Last year at primary school, our last Sports Day and...

Three Poems

Poetry

March 2019

Joshua Judson

Poetry

March 2019

WARM UP   Imagine that you are chewing a piece of gum. Chew it. Focus on the thought of it. You might chew it...

 

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