The Poetry Library recently digitalised and put online the summer 2006 issue of the excellent London poetry magazine, Magma. If you want to see what was being written in Britain five years ago, by some of the best new and established poets, here's one way to start finding out...
A poem for my mother, July 15 When she was dying And I was in a different country I dreamt I was there with her Flying over the ocean very quickly, And arriving in the room like a dream And I was a dream, but the meaning was more Than a dream has – it was a moving over time And land, over water, to get love across Fast enough, to be there, before she died, To lean over the small, huddled figure, In the dark, and without bothering her Even with apologies, and be a kiss in the air, A dream of a kiss, or even less, the thought of one, And when I woke, none of this had happened, She was still far distant, and we had not spoken.
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Yes, Todd Swift's two favourite words, Todd and Swift!
Anyone posting anonymously, their name would indicate, wouldn't like anyone who wrote under their own name; so it's not just Todd they are attacking but everyone who isn't like them, writing anonymously.
This is what Swift meant, I think, when he talked about poetry being conducted at the intellectual level of the schoolyard.
Anonymous, c'mon, why don't you tell us who you are and at least have a debate. As Todd and I know because we don't mind testing ourselves and appearing a bit daft now and then: In the web-age, once you get gassing you discover that our 'opinions' are secondary to the debate itself.
If you start off with a contentious statement and anonymous people just fume about it in short one liners and the 'debate' consists of only a few hundred words, of course it looks like there's more discord than harmony between us. If we actually get stuck in and say what we think, rather than what we think we should say to 'fit in' with everyone else all acting the same way, you will find that the longer the debate goes on, the more of it there is, the more words we generate, the better we feel coz we're actually talking to one another.
It's only words, after all, we're not in the same room as each other, it's all happening at synaptic level and you find, Anonymous, the more you debate the more you coginze the core point is our 'performance'; how the Language dances and how original it is. We can't get this unless we have a go, don't mind falling on our faces. The more you do, the less you are concerned about who thinks what and we can all move forward into the lurve zone, sailor.
gra agus siochain
Desmond Swords