E Y E W E A R, THE BLOG - FREEDOM MEANS BEING UNAFRAID TO WRITE WHAT YOU THINK

Eyewear is pleased to offer its readers a poem by the very worthwhile younger British poet and critic, Andrew McMillan , who just a few days ago gave us such a good review of the debut from Emily Berry .  Now here he is with a cento poem for Thom Gunn , incidentally one of the most under-rated British poets of his time and one of Eyewear's favourites. s aturday night a broke Cento for Thom Gunn bedless and hungry    the nights pull drags me to a street it seems I only half knew and now paid up    stripped off    and towelled I prowl the labyrinthine corridors and think that everything I read in Gunn or watched in porn was true    bodies of men line the walls and I feel the ceiling drip and have a sense of being underground no air that doesn’t smell of someone on the breath of someone else    and when I call your name to slow you it comes out strangled as in a mine…...