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It's worth is immeasurable.
Posted on Fri, 07 Aug 2015
It's worth is immeasurable. Both the poem and the release. This is exceptionally gutting - hope you dont mind me saying that - there is a privacy between mother and child that the reader is infringing on and it gives the poem more than its beauty...
I love the concept of this - very emotive and sensory detail is sharp. It could be cut and condensed perhaps without diluting the content. It feels surreal in places with a nostalgia of the fair that most children share.
Adore your poetry. The eclectic images strung together - an albino rabbit, packet of Benson's, Becky's skinny thighs, that jukebox makes it so transporting. There's something phenomenally cool about your dirty love songs.
They're not just things, though. Can't think that! Unscientifically speaking, surely physical things hold on to aspects of personality, keep memory traces inside their physical structure, echoes of times past, a resonance of something you can't...
An interesting and specialised topic makes for a good read. This sentence: ' On taking on this role' might sound better starting with 'In' to reduce the ons! A strong narrative voice that could be even more powerful if you tightened your gargoyle...
I used to love Little Ted. It's really powerful, this, a real spare and poignant pinning down of neglect. Your windows - well, their windows - offer a place of hope, a sense of child normality and it taunts the child with what he has to face.
Such unusual touches to describing the scenes - cabbage leaf crinkles and cawing Lords. It's visually rewarding but full of sound, too. A charming piece.
Love's rarely permanent and it shape shifts - this poem nails that through memory and the structures of the house - fragility, repair, age, youth. It's such a beautiful piece.
It's worth is immeasurable.
Posted on Fri, 07 Aug 2015
It's worth is immeasurable. Both the poem and the release. This is exceptionally gutting - hope you dont mind me saying that - there is a privacy between mother and child that the reader is infringing on and it gives the poem more than its beauty...
Read full commentPosted in For What it's Worth...
I love the concept of this -
Posted on Sun, 02 Aug 2015
I love the concept of this - very emotive and sensory detail is sharp. It could be cut and condensed perhaps without diluting the content. It feels surreal in places with a nostalgia of the fair that most children share.
Read full commentPosted in Rusted Tracks
Love your poetry. The
Posted on Sun, 26 Jul 2015
Adore your poetry. The eclectic images strung together - an albino rabbit, packet of Benson's, Becky's skinny thighs, that jukebox makes it so transporting. There's something phenomenally cool about your dirty love songs.
Read full commentPosted in (I Don't Want to) Ride the Piss and Graffiti Train Anymore
Made me cry. You are the best
Posted on Fri, 24 Jul 2015
Made me cry. You are the best flasher I've ever read.
Read full commentPosted in Lost
They're not just things,
Posted on Mon, 20 Jul 2015
They're not just things, though. Can't think that! Unscientifically speaking, surely physical things hold on to aspects of personality, keep memory traces inside their physical structure, echoes of times past, a resonance of something you can't...
Read full commentPosted in The Poetry of Porcelain
An interesting and
Posted on Wed, 15 Jul 2015
An interesting and specialised topic makes for a good read. This sentence: ' On taking on this role' might sound better starting with 'In' to reduce the ons! A strong narrative voice that could be even more powerful if you tightened your gargoyle...
Read full commentPosted in Gargoyles
Modern, colloquial, has a
Posted on Sat, 11 Jul 2015
Modern, colloquial, has a tang of people's moral advice in it and most of all, nails council estate life and is refreshingly upfront.
Read full commentPosted in Up to Here with the Weather...
I used to love Little Ted. It
Posted on Wed, 08 Jul 2015
I used to love Little Ted. It's really powerful, this, a real spare and poignant pinning down of neglect. Your windows - well, their windows - offer a place of hope, a sense of child normality and it taunts the child with what he has to face.
Read full commentPosted in "Get Ready To Play. It's..." ( Poetry Monthly)
Such unusual touches to
Posted on Wed, 08 Jul 2015
Such unusual touches to describing the scenes - cabbage leaf crinkles and cawing Lords. It's visually rewarding but full of sound, too. A charming piece.
Read full commentPosted in 'You've Been Framed!' (Poetry Monthly)
Love's rarely permanent and
Posted on Sun, 05 Jul 2015
Love's rarely permanent and it shape shifts - this poem nails that through memory and the structures of the house - fragility, repair, age, youth. It's such a beautiful piece.
Read full commentPosted in The Old House By The Sea
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