Archive for May, 2009

Procrastination Station #39

Friday, May 29th, 2009


I really don’t want to give too much attention to this issue or this woman at all — but I do agree that, regardless of other factors, Mr Walcott’s poetry is truly incredible, and we all need to remember that // in other news: Benjamin Zephaniah!

Ten Questions for Poetry Editors

Jim gave me a heads-up to the Top 100 Poetry Blogs, and particularly How A Poem Happens. Thanks Jim!

How to deal with distractions.

A great list poem from the Writer’s Almanac.

Found online this week: A great series of choruses from Eric Hamilton’s latest poetry project // Former Featured Poet McGuire on Summer Apples // Input/Output from ONS regular Col // New work from former FPs Ryan Lamon, Morganne Couch and Chris Lindores // Blood Pudding Press, being nice about ONS. Buy some of their stuff!

Tattoo stuff!: I am always wary of this particular tattoo, but I think this example is lovely // a tattoo for maths geeks! // a gorgeous gallery of tattoo photos // a gorgeous gallery of tattoo paintings

Weird conditions of the human mind…

I just discovered a load of cool new photo blogs: Happiest People Ever // Awkward Family Photos // Junk Shop Photos (some via)

I also love Maybe You Shouldn’t Buy That new writing pen, anyone?!

Terrifying diets.

And finally… love this!

Have a great weekend! x

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Things I Love Thursday #39

Thursday, May 28th, 2009

My horribly scatty but talented graphic designer/illustrator sister lives here, and I am down to stay with her for a few days. Newcastle is frighteningly different to Edinburgh — when I’m here I really miss the cafe culture, for example; and there are less hippies, less tattoo parlours, less bookstores, less pashmina-flipping toffs. My sister actually hates the place and yearns for the time she can come back to Edinburgh, but I think Newcastle has its charms. If you’re ever over in that direction, be sure to check out Attica, a well-hidden but utterly amazing hoarde of vintage treasures, run by a bloke who looks eerily like Marc Bolan. For that kind of stuff, you’re in the right area — Attica is just off High Bridge, which has heaps of other cool second hand clothes stores, including Period. You should also go and find Scorpio Shoes, which stocks every kind of Doc Marten you can think of and is recognisable by the enormous DM boot on the roof; the Shoe Tree (which is in Armstrong Park), and pay a visit to Tynemouth if you can! I think mostly my sister and I will be wandering the streets, charity shop bargain-hunting (Newcastle is also good for this!), doodling and scribbling, drinking lots of tea and taking ridiculous photos of ourselves. Good times!

Jenson Button.
OK, prepare yourselves for some motorsport chat, because Jenson did it again this weekend, and at Monaco, too! After the Spanish Grand Prix I claimed in public (ie, Facebook) that my money was on Jenson, and got a whole load of flack about how ‘it’s a fluke, he won’t keep winning, Monaco will be the deal-breaker,’ so I am very pleased that he’s come through again in such style! I wasn’t always a fan of his whinging behaviour at Honda last season (although I’ve always supported his teammate Barrichello),but he’s undoubtedly a great driver who deserves a Championship (even if he does forget where to park sometimes!) — lets hope he gets one! Jenson FTW! (Also, there’s a lot of kvetching going on at the various F1 forums about Jenson’s 5 wins out of 6 — apparently it’s not exciting. But it’s about the racing, not the winner, not the Championship at all really… and for me this season has been the most exciting for a long time! Bring on the Turkish GP!)

White Oleander.
I’ve started reading novels again, thanks to Miriam, who gave me a huge heap of them (right now I am halfway through Margaret Atwood’s ‘The Blind Assassin‘, which I’ve already read about four times). Last week, I devoured White Oleander by Janet Fitch, an absolutely great book about an emotionally damaged female poet and the poisonous hold she has over her young daughter. It’s a big, spiralling novel with a lot in it, but I read nearly the entire thing in one sitting. Some of it clunks a little — the idea that Ingrid becomes an incredibly famous poet, for example, when the occasional poems Fitch includes are basically dreadful (she should definitely stick to writing prose)! I also bought the movie, which is OK but impossible to like much after the book, as it misses so much good stuff out — they also changed it so Ingrid is a visual artist, rather than a poet, which really pissed me off. Why could she not be a poet? Would it make the movie too “highbrow”? Very irritating. Robin Wright-Penn is fantastic, though. Anyone else read this/seen the film?

Honourable mentions: charity shopping — I scooped heaps of great poetry books (Eddie Gibbons, Gillian Allnutt) over the weekend, just mooching round the thrift stores in Stockbridge // spending nearly 24 solid hours watching motorsport: F1 qualifying, Formula Renault, British Touring Car Championship, Red Bull Air Racing, Formula 1 Grand Prix. Thank you ITV4! // Making mix CDs // looking forward to my travels this summer — a week in the Lake District, a week in North Yorkshire, a weekend at Nozstock Festival in Herefordshire (THE BUZZCOCKS headlining!!!). Nowhere exotic, but it’s going to be good! // Plotting things, as always // Twitter. I am becoming sadly, sadly addicted.

Et toi??

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Featured Magazines #13: Thirteen Myna Birds

Tuesday, May 26th, 2009

13 Myna Birds
Editor: Juliet Cook
Established: 2008
Based in: Unknown
Submit via email:

Thirteen Myna Birds is a blogzine that believes in the transient, fleeting nature of art… or at least, that’s the way it seems. Submit a poem to them, and if they decide to publish it, it won’t be around for long — your poem appears, and then pretty soon, it is gone. It’s five minutes of fame in poetic form: it’s what marks this zine out from the rest.

So yes… if you’re looking to set your poem in stone, put it out there for all to see for all eternity, this is not the place for you. There are no archives — your poem is featured in a list along with 12 others, and as new poems are listed, you are bumped downwards until you fall off the end (at this point your name is “etherised” at the bottom of the front page). However, there is something quite cool about this concept, I think — if you visit the blog regularly, you always have something new to look at. Each time you re-visit, you see the existing poems in a new context, they evolve by association. And let’s face it, when you publish a poem anywhere, how many people are going to go back and read it over and over and over? Especially if it’s been there for years? The only thing you miss out on is a permalink to stick on your MySpace page.

So Thirteen Myna Birds does not follow standard publishing procedure… but that’s OK, because they’re pretty non-standard anyway. Adorned with an unflinching photo of blood-spattered doughnuts and a diagram detailing the best way to remove organs and bones, the scanty submission guidelines (scroll right down) request that all poems sent be equally unflinching, daring, quirky, and weird: “[we are] seeking the evocative, the connotative, the creepy, the odd, the paranormal, and the dark.”They’re not sticklers for form — if your piece is even vaguely poetry-like, they’ll take it: “poetic blurbs and blurts and brambles and darts such as dreamscapes and petite fictions” are all welcome. All they ask is this: make it weird.

Weird can be good. Some of the stuff that appears on the blog is really, really good. As well as myself, Thirteen Myna Birds has featured work from the likes of Morganne Couch and Cassandra Key. Right now they’re featuring a piece by Howard Good. Every time I visit, I find something I like. When you submit, editor Juliet will repond quickly and with as little fuss as possible… your poem gets posted quickly and you get told about it (just as well, you need to screencap before it slides away!). Even if you just want a weird and wonderful read, it’s worth visiting.

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Featured Poet Mandy Maxwell Interviewed

Saturday, May 23rd, 2009

Tell us about your poems.
My poems are extremely varied in style and content at the moment as I am, in the words of my tutors at Newcastle University, finding my voice.
I’ve written about a wee girl peeing herself in class, (which I do admit is autobiographical), about Michelangelo becoming so fed up with painting the Sistine Chapel (which took him four years) that he decides to call up Pope Julius II to ‘pull a sickie’.
I’ve written about having a crush on a high school teacher, being unable to seduce her, and having her daughter instead and more recently I’ve been putting pieces together about Glasgow – perhaps because I’m in the Newcastle area just now and missing home. Possibly also because I am finding my one, identifiable voice and writing about home comes naturally to me.
I’ve also recently been looking at traditional forms of poetry such as the villanelle, the sestina (or the dreaded sestina as I’ve come to know it) and the sonnet. There’s more to form, I discovered, than the very strict, purist sense and I’ve been trying to develop my work into a more accessible take on the traditional forms. So far I’ve had some success with this. Finally I’d say my poetic philosophy is an adopted philosophy from the poet Colette Bryce, who told me recently that, when it comes to writing poetry, I should simply follow my nose.

How long have you been writing?
I haven’t been writing for so long. I started my first Professional Writing course in Glasgow in 2005 at the GCNS – Glasgow College of Nautical Studies. I completed a one-year course, which I’d totally recommend for anyone starting out, as it gives new writers the chance to read their own work to audiences around Glasgow alongside poets such as Des Dillon, Tom Leonard, Bernard McLaverty, Magi Gibson… and it opens doors for new writers.
I had some success following the course, I was published in the SQA anthology Write Times, I read my work in lots of venues around Glasgow and most importantly, I think, my confidence as a writer grew.

Do you have any publications to your name? What’s the next stage for your work?
My work has appeared in The Glasgow Review online, Mslexia Magazine, in the SQA Write Times anthology and Northern Lines.
In March I will be featured in Diamond Twig for poem of the month. I have work soon to appear in The Black Light Engine Room and Eleutheria.
I’ve also read my work on several community radio stations, including Leith FM which is loads of fun and I’d really recommend it if you get the chance.
I’m currently completing my MA in Creative Writing at Newcastle University and working on my final folio of 40-50 poems, which I hope will form the majority of my first collection.
I have the first few sparkles of a PhD research proposal dancing around somewhere too.

What do you think is your biggest poetic achievement to date?
OK, my biggest poetic achievement to date may be that occasionally in Newcastle, where I read my work a fair bit, people will come up to me on the street, or once in a supermarket, and say –- oh, you’re that poet from the other night, you were really good etc, and it’s really lovely. Sometimes they even remember what I’ve read and that’s even better!
Second biggest achievement to date –- earning a whopping two-figure sum for some poetry related work I did recently. It’s the high-life!

What’s the best thing about writing poetry? And the worst?
The best thing about writing poetry is that it takes you somewhere you can’t quite explain, but you just know you never want to come back from. The worst thing about writing poetry is having to come back.
Ok, so that was the poet’s answer. The real answer is I just enjoy it, it’s not forced, it’s not a labour (well not always) and when it works it feels amazing.
The worst thing about writing poetry – the pay!

Got any suggestions for young, upcoming poets?
There are so many routes a young, upcoming poet could take. I’d recommend finding a really good, honest and supportive peer group. Its one thing to scribble away in your own bedroom, looking for the odd comment from family or friends, but it’s an invaluable component of a writer’s life to find peers who are willing to comment constructively and give informed opinions on work.
I seriously think that’s the only way a writer can develop, by putting his/her work out there to a group and accepting the feedback, good or bad. It might be within a university setting because there are so many excellent Creative Writing courses around the UK and it’s an excellent way to meet the right sort of people, or it might be in a writing group. Either way, finding like-minded people and working with them is essential.
I’d also suggest reading contemporary poetry and loads of it. A new writer has to know what’s out there, what’s being published, what works for people. I’m not suggesting a poet should write for an audience or should write what’s in trend, but what new writers will find when sending work off as submissions to lit mags and anthologies etc, is that they are advised to read the work previously published before submitting.
To write good poetry I think you must be able to read poetry – plus its fun.

Who/what influences your poetry?
Influences on my own work are contemporary poets such as Carol-Ann Duffy, Jackie Kay, Colette Bryce, W.N.Herbert, Sean O’Brien, Ruth Padel, Roger McGough… the list would go on!
Living by the sea in Tynemouth, where I am now, is inspirational. My current course at Newcastle Uni is inspiring and challenges me in ways I wouldn’t have considered on my own. My classmates constantly inspire me and I’m always influenced by the amount of talent I come across in the most unexpected places. Of course, like any writer, I’m inspired by the everyday: signs in shop windows, conversations over-heard on public transport, graffiti and occasionally the contestants on X Factor.

Michelangelo Pulls a Sickie

Last night I dreamt of Coliseums and conquests,
gladiators in half dress, spreading over
clear blue canvas. Of air conditioning,
dining al fresco, and cabriolets driving
along Roman roads. I woke this morning
with a crick in my neck, gazing at the ceiling,
paint peeling grey from white
like old angels wings in half flight.
I dreamt of Adam in the night. Bushed by Eve
and her appetite, he had sickened of pie
and apple wine, he said gardening was over-rated.
I think I’ll stay at home today, call Julius
with a stomach ache, to fix this house
perhaps I’ll decorate.

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Procrastination Station #38

Friday, May 22nd, 2009

My pick of the internets this week!

New Muldoon // James Tait Black Prize Shortlist announced (I was a reader for this!) // the end isn’t nigh // poetry workshop with John Siddique: Night. Send something! // Staff reviews: useful? // Who is the most famous fictional character?

This is what a feminist poet looks like.

Diane Di Prima named San Francisco Poet Laureate! Excellent choice!

The dark side of Robert Frost…

What’s the deal with the new Tom Waits biography?

Getting to grips with The Waste Land all over again…

Q&A with the fantastic poet Tim Turnbull (I am a major fangirl.)

No no no no no no no no no no no no!, take 2.

Found online this week: Former Featured Poet Juliet M Wilson, Spark Bright Editor Emily Smith, and ONS newcomer Regina C Green, all featured at a handful of stones // Juliet being inspired by swifts // Heather Bell, who is really on a roll with brilliant poems right now! // and a new piece from Alex Williamson, last week’s Featured Poet.

Shocking, but er… useful: how to sneak out of work early! (via)

Top 10 best comebacks of all time. (via)

Some of these are obvious, but other logos with hidden messages are actually quite amazing! Fed Ex — who noticed that one before?

Don’t name your baby Moon Unit.

And for your viewing pleasure… the great Dan Meth with Watermelon Nights!

Have a great weekend!

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More from this week’s Featured Poet Mandy Maxwell.

Friday, May 22nd, 2009

The second of Mandy’s poems this week — interview tomorrow. Enjoy!

Way out West

When I wake the cattle are moving
in slow herds towards the feeding troughs.

It is the unmistakeable sound of morning
in the valley. I lie taut-limbed, listening,

tuning the rumble of my belly to the trample
of hoofs on the threadbare thoroughfare.

The sick rhythmic routine is what separates
me from them. I am the only animal in my pen.

A lazy ranch-hand on a dis-spirited steed
smokes, while the beasts lumber forward

ravenous from a night of storm-split sleep.
This is the way we punctuate the days

in the valley; we slumber, we wake, we eat, we wait.
And we work for everything, even sleep.

I’m one of the lucky ones; I know why I’m here,
I know that I’ll leave. When my bones are better,

and my flesh is fatter; when my headache has cleared.
I’m one of the lucky ones, not ear-marked for slaughter,

too young to retire, too green for pasture.
But the cattle are diseased. They are too weak

to make the journey to the shoulders of the valley
to see the fields; lush and green. To hear the song

of a sea-bound river.

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Things I Love Thursday #38

Thursday, May 21st, 2009

Poetry at the Bowery.
On Monday night I was invited to read at the Bowery Bar, at an event organised by my dear friend and fellow Read This editor Mr Dave Coates, who works there. The Bowery is the basement part of Edinburgh’s Roxy Arthouse, where I met Neil Gaiman a couple of years ago, but I’d never ventured down the stairs before. It’s actually a really, really cool venue — two rooms, a bar and the ‘reading room’, the size of a sitting room with comfy chairs, sofas, books, a huge overhead projector playing cool silent films, and best of all, a near-dead but still-beautiful typewriter. It was in the suitably dark and moody reading room that the event was held… here are some of our sweet audience members making themselves comfy!
The gig was a huge success, even though only we only got about 25 people at full count (the room seriously could not hold any more, though!). Dave read first — here he is looking incredibly cool — I don’t remember his full set-list but he did mostly new ones, including Beasties, which I really like, and also Crow and Phoenix (scroll down!). Dave was followed by the brilliant Ms Hayley Shields, who bravely read a long sestina, and kept the audience rapt (here she is getting freaked out by a ferret sticking out of the air duct. It is stuffed — the place is a tad weird — but it gave us all a bit of a turn…). I went last; my setlist was thus: When The Heart Speaks To The Body It Says, Zombie Attack Escape Plan, Ringo in Whitby, Soapbox. I’m still always quite surprised by how funny audiences seem to find my poems — maybe it’s my delivery; I always think they’re pretty boring on the page.
Anyway — a great night. If you’re ever in Edinburgh, check the Bowery out. Dave is aiming to turn Poetry at the Bowery into a regular thing, and we’re plotting a Read This slam sometime soon too. Seems like the perfect venue, so watch this space…

Family adventures.
Because I’ve been teaching and had swine flu (yay!), I haven’t seen my parents — or any of the rest of my family for that matter — for absolutely ages. Last weekend I had the chance to remedy that — it was my grandad’s 80th birthday, so we all travelled down to the Lake District to take him to dinner. On the way down, we had some adventures, most exciting of which was visiting The Devil’s Knocker… a door knocker that’s supposed to look like the devil. I actually thought it was quite cute but Boy was unsure… the patriot in him was happy to be back in his native England for a few days though! We also drank tea and ate scones in proper English style, contemplated stealing a Rolls Royce, got a little bit wild in the pub (sorry!), and drove (there was a designated driver, I hasten to add!) down the motorway singing along to Elton John. Good times!

Thelma and Louise.
I used to absolutely obsess over this movie when I was about 14… it was just the ultimate feminist statement as far as I was concerned back then (check this out!). I even bought a terrible denim jacket to try and be just like Louise, went to line dancing with my mum (for reals! I’d actually love to start this again, believe it or not) …I think Thelma had something to do with me originally becoming a redhead too. Recently I was party to a serious girl-heartbreak and chocolate and Thelma and Louise were called for. I had totally forgotten what an amazing movie it really is — I’ve watched it twice in the past week, nostalgia-tripping all over the place! Next it’ll be Desperately Seeking Susan

Honourable mentions: White Oleander by Janet Fitch — apart from the poetry in it (cringe!), an amazing book. I practically ate it… waiting for Amazon to send me the film. Hope it’s OK… // Cloth-Ears. I’ve been passing a store near my house for weeks, seeing this in the window and coveting it (sad, I know). I finally went in today and they’d sold out — typically. Thankfully, Cloth-Ears stock ‘em. // Freecycle. You really can get the best stuff there, and it’s free! If you haven’t joined yet, you’re mad — I’m an addict. // Sewing — something I am trying hard to get better at. Sadly, my sewing machine died in a cloud of smoke (literally) a couple of days ago… I am now left sewing a six-panel floor-length denim skirt by hand… but perversely, kind of enjoying it.

What’s made your week?

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This week’s Featured Poet is Mandy Maxwell.

Thursday, May 21st, 2009

Mandy Maxwell is currently studying a Masters degree in Creative Writing at Newcastle Uni. She’s focusing mainly on poetry and getting her first collection together and published. Mandy is originally from Glasgow and has been writing for 3-4 years; she’s taught poetry and writing workshops in Edinburgh and Glasgow and has been published in Poetry Scotland, The Glasgow Review and Write Times. A piece of her work also recently appeared in Mslexia magazine.


She said she was never good at anything.
She had a list of things she couldn’t do to save herself.
She kept it in her purse. I told her to get rid of it,
lists are made to avoid doing things
that aren’t meant to be done.
She said she couldn’t, it was an heirloom.
And your sisters, with their long tongues and looks?
First come first served, she said.
One afternoon, with the Hoover buzzing upstairs
and the sheets flapping like gulls out on the line,
I lifted the purse. It sat in my hand like a grenade.
When I knew she was dressing for work,
I opened it. Inside there was no list, just a scrap of paper
with the most beautiful hand-writing I’d ever seen.

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Featured Poet Alex Williamson Interviewed.

Saturday, May 16th, 2009

You should have been following Alex’s poems the past few days — he’s also a photographer. And now you can find out a bit more about his creative processes…

Tell us about your poems.
a mixed bag. an acquired taste, like olive-flavoured toothpaste. truth be told they are a bit rough and ready. i probably don’t pay enough attention to rhythm and metre as i should but this is because i tend to get bored quickly, so i focus on the ideas and getting the words and images down, then polishing to comes later. as you can see my preference is for first person narrative free verse — trying to capture the rhythms of direct speech — but every now and then i go native and carve out a sonnet or villanelle when i’m feeling a little less lazy.

How long have you been writing?
i started writing poems not long after leaving my teens, and consequently wrote an awful lot of sub-standard love poetry. then in my early twenties i moved on to awful political poetry (i was reading a lot of adrian mitchell, beat poetry and the socialist worker at this point). now approaching my 30th birthday, i stick to asexual apolitical poetry. i tend to write in 6 month bursts of concentrated scribbling/typing, then i rest for the next 6 months. i’m ‘resting’ at the moment while i focus on my photography.

Do you have any publications to your name? What’s the next stage for your work?
like most poets, i self-publish online on my blog. i have been published in a magazine called decanto quite a few times. magma poetry published one of my poems in a recent edition, and another of my poems appeared in the guardian, but in all honesty publication is infrequent. i rarely send stuff out.

What do you think is your biggest poetic achievement to date?
a while ago i hit a purple patch and was writing two or three poems a week that i would call complete poems, in the sense that they didn’t require massive editing or re-writing. every line led to the next in a totally natural way. that was a high point. publication usually brings whoops of self-indulgent celebration. i can also do births, marriages and deaths in poems to order…

What’s the best thing about writing poetry? And the worst?
Writing poetry is like a box of chocolates, Forrest - you never know what you’re going to get. sometimes you can progress tangentially from a particular point of departure and end up somewhere completely unimagined and different. other good things? the fact that you can connect with your audience and capture someone’s imagination with very few words and without ever having met. the worst thing? there are a lot of poets out there. its a crowded scene. figuring out where you fit in among that crowd can be difficult. plus - no-one reads poetry! not in the grand scheme of things. you always feel as though you are continually beating against the current, to misquote F Scott Fitzgerald. some people take a perverse pleasure from this, of course.

Got any suggestions for young, upcoming poets?
have the courage of your convictions. are you writing to exist or writing to vanish? by all means write, but decide what you want to achieve from it early on and stick to that. there’s a marvellous bukowski poem called ’so you want to be a writer’. find it and read it. then ignore it. read what other people are writing. read it out loud and feel the shape of the words in your mouth. go to the poetry section in foyles and look at the spines of all the poetry books that have been published before. picture your own book pinned inbetween them. assimilate or shrug off the weight of your poetic ancestors and inheritors. try out styles until you find one that fits. be prepared to try out complex poetic forms. go to poetry readings and heckle. make pilgrimages to places of poetic importance. and last, but by no means least, practice. practice makes perfect.

Who/what influences your poetry?
Experience - with a capital E - influences, informs and shapes my poetry. the first time i ever read a poem in internally intoned ‘yes’ was ts eliot’s ‘prufrock’. but i’ve encountered, if not immersed myself in (who really wants to read ALL of zukowski’s ‘A’), most poets. all the usual suspects but i still go back to those first words to make sense of everything that has happened since. when i reach the end, i go back to the beginning. that’s poetry.

William Eggleston’s Guide
I am at war with the obvious. — William Eggleston.

I have known banality like the pink blossom
Of trees, toppling graves for Confederate generals,
The sickness of Tennessee and Mississippi,
The light of the Deep South, its heart of darkness.
I have framed men, women and children
For crimes their fathers’ committed; to the culture
They inherited I bequeathed a quickened mortality,
Like a kick in the gut from an eagle scout.
I showed a world of colour the Abstract Expressionists
Never knew, uncovered the cruel majesty of objects:
Cutlery, some kid’s tricycle, a burning barbecue;
Or the kerb-side girls with get-lost eyes and navy dresses.
I walked out to where black and white split the world
And democratized the right to see. I owned voters,
Their gas ovens, garage walls, asphalt sidewalks,
I resurrected Evans’ crumbling plantations, filled
For the tan dog a muddy puddle for drinking, and made
Of white bottles disparate clouds. I created
A new way to speak plainly that needed no words.
Just don’t ask me why I did it. I did it. That’s enough.

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Procrastination Station #37

Friday, May 15th, 2009

This week’s linklovelist!

The results of Christopher James’ poetry workshop // literary classics… Twitterfied. // listen to William Carlos Williams

Carol Ann Duffy robbed Purple Ronnie!

Poetry on the telly? Surely not…

Friend and colleague of Allen Ginsberg and all-round awesome lady Anne Waldman speaks out for small presses.

A few writers you can find on Twitter.

Bono v Elvis: a face-off in poetic form!

Poets and their beards…

No no no no no no no no no no no!

Found online this week: a handful of stones hosted Christian Ward, Cassandra Key and Howie Good, all friends of ONS // sweet new vispo pieces from Stephen Nelson, ONS regular // new work from former Featured Poet McGuire // & my super-talented tattoo artist friend Hilary turning skin into art with the help of some sharpies!

Which tree did you fall out of?

Some more urban decay (via): Euthanasia // Tim Feresten // Philip Buehler // Edward Burtynsky // Abandoned stations // Abandoned Britain

Amazing vintage pictures… and the moustaches of the 19th century!

Some pretty sweet photos of the F1 season so far. *Drool.*

Did you know One Night Stanzas is an anagram of Satan’s Night Zone?

Get free stuff online (allow me to personally vouch for Vistaprint, the silver jewellery and Freecycle.)

A while ago I linked to terrible Star Wars costumes… here are some terrible X Men ones.

Your weekly “sweet tattoo!” post.

And hey, some NSFW Bukowski pin badges… why not?

Have a great weekend!

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