States of Poetry 2016

Extracts from 'abandoned house music' by Jen Crawford | States of Poetry ACT - Series One

Jen Crawford
23 February 2016

messenger

 

I mother a scorching fence
I mother a child against a fence

and the cry

here come the shellshocked to arm the day
here come collectors for the shells

amber cry

nest-thief

seed-eye

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'lopping' by Jen Crawford | States of Poetry ACT - Series One

Jen Crawford
23 February 2016

'privately'  inside  the  body  but  much  of  this  is  the  extra-somatic (GAWW - not symptomatic but coral. 'the 20th century's premier art mode', though at that point only as an infusion, ubiquitous but still failing to assume the forms which will 'replace' life as a whole.)

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'reshelve' by Jen Crawford | States of Poetry ACT - Series One

Jen Crawford
23 February 2016

in decades past a series of dykes was known as the venice
of the floods themselves, with a sweet sap

once the prey has entered the trap
the leaf closes, and within about 30 seconds
a senior minister has touched
two or three trigger hairs,

bristles on the distinction between
private beliefs and public morality,
his bottomline.

about two weeks ... More

'umbrella' by Jen Crawford | States of Poetry ACT - Series One

Jen Crawford
23 February 2016

what we'll do is remove the dusty fly-spotted umbrella light-shade from over the bed, and we'll put there something that catches the will of the leaves outside the windows and holds it in the centre of the room. a leaf doesn't have an individual life, but it seems to, and the green at the middle of that life is what I'll feed you. that will come in as milk, translucent blue humming calculation ... More

'Black Dress' by Paul Hetherington | States of Poetry ACT - Series One

Paul Hetherington
23 February 2016

for TAW
(from 'Paintings')

This black dress
is also a painting –
it hangs on a wall
where light holds it close.
It's a doorway to places
no-one quite knows;
that bloom and rain
with extravagant vistas.

We've sometimes entered
into the painting
dipping dark hats,
watching children
riding down lanes
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'Dwelling' by Paul Hetherington | States of Poetry ACT - Series One

Paul Hetherington
23 February 2016

Every morning, with an authority
of clinging, earthy foundations
a house sat in air.
Inside someone was singing an aria
about how love inflects its failings
and a woman, absorbed in her toilette
considered how pained words work
the world awry, even as air fills with song.
Outside a man hammered boards
to make a dwelling; crows sat on a wire
as i ... More

'Eyes' by Paul Hetherington | States of Poetry ACT - Series One

Paul Hetherington
23 February 2016

for BL
(from 'Paintings')

 

A hundred eyes
examine me like an insect,
red and yellow like fear.
What walks about me
in dirty boots, holding my ideas
ridiculous? Whose face
visits restless nights,
threatening to blank my dreams ... More

'Gap' by Paul Hetherington | States of Poetry ACT - Series One

Paul Hetherington
23 February 2016

A gap opened every evening
emitting a panting – as soft as darkness,
or stray dog at exhaustion's end.
Unsettling, like a straggly bird,
it dropped dark feathers
of prickling desire into the room.
It knew the edges of solitude
like the blue glacier's encrusted ice,
and morphed into a clouded mirror
on which each searching glance stuck fast.

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'River' by Paul Hetherington | States of Poetry ACT - Series One

Paul Hetherington
23 February 2016

There was never an explanation
as to why he walked into the river,
took hold of a log
and floated away.
They found letters
but the love he expressed
in sometimes obsessive detail
was no explanation –
except, the coroner declared
that perhaps it indicated
'a lack of a grasp', etc.
Someone who saw him pass by
said that he was waterlogg ... More

'Cardboard Incarceration' by Jeanine Leane | States of Poetry ACT - Series One

Jeanine Leane
23 February 2016

This cardboard prison they call an archive
is cold, airless and silent as death.
Floor to ceiling boxes contain voices
no longer heard yet still wailing within
and faces no longer seen yet still missing in a
jail of captured snippets, images and memories
like the severed heads and bleached bones of
dismembered bodies neatly locked away in the vaults
of mu ... More

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