Desired Haven

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Mixed Bag

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Time Dust, by Ian Patterson Equipage, Cambridge ( not yet listed on site)
Taking The Dog For A Walk (Conversations with British Improvisers) N! Vu N! Connu
Stanley Spencer, Letters and Writings, Selected and edited by Adrian Glew. TATE Publishing, o.o.p
Amulet, by Roberto Bolano Picador Books
Steve Noble/Mal Pelo Ten Years After Ping Pong Productions (information from Ping Pong Productions: 9(b) Doughty Street, London WC1N 2PL; tel: + 44 (0) 207 404 2109; e-mail: Steve Noble has long been my favourite British drummer since Phil Seamen. Luckily he’s soon playing (with Mette Rasmussen) within hobbling distance at the Brighton Alternative Jazz Festival.
Sabots, by John James Oystercatcher Press



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Further to the Lee Harwood posts here, here, here, and here.

A note fromThe British Library.

The first part of Ian Brinton’s memoir (second and then final parts linked from within).


On The Road Again

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Stephen Rodefer, poet and painter
Born Ohio, 1940 – died Paris, August 22nd 2015

Ever among the first to call and offer help.
I see you still in New Mexico light, then asleep on our Chicago couch
while Larry Goodell puts on his muscle suit, later in Cambridge in college gloom,
in Cork sitting on the steps of Shandon Tower in sunlight.
I remember the strangeness of your The Knife, lying on our table in London next to Richard Duernden’s The Fork.
That was fifty years ago.

I can only agree with you. Over there.

Luke Roberts was kind enough to forward me a couple of photographs from long-ago days in Cork.
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Addendum (Greece)

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Pending actions


Michael Sheen on NHS Cuts

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Coming Soon To A Country Like Yours

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+click for pdf

Here is what the “creditors” plan for the Greek people. Airports have been sold off: gas pipelines, oil refineries, power, post office, national highways, water are next. There will be no democratic government control of national assets: in charge of everything will be managers appointed by creditors. Note the companies and investors involved, and the countries in which they are based.



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Sonnets. Another elegant small book from Ian Heames’ excellent Face Press.
Ponge, translated by Ian Brinton. Oystercatcher Press.
Radio Mast Horizon, by Andrew Taylor. Shearsman Books

Come Again, by Harry Hoogstraten is now available from Barncott Press.

Lee Harwood Celebration

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More than 100 people of all ages, many local, some down from London, others from even further away, crushed into the Dome Room at Brighton’s Hotel du Vin to Celebrate Lee’s life and work.


A few photos of the street outside are here.


Local History

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Here’s Lee‘s obituary from our local newspaper The Argus

The people in the photograph are Richard Cupidi, Lee, Allen Ginsberg and (so the text informs, Peter Orlovsky — though in a manifestation I never saw, looking like a cross between Jeff Nuttall and Eric Mottram).


They are outside Cupidi‘s Public House Bookshop (closed 1999).

As I remember, Lee came originally to Brighton to work in Bill Butler‘s Unicorn Books 1967/68, maybe.



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Having had my head stuck in my own world for many months, it was a sad surprise to find — as I went to write an email to enquire how he was — that Allan Kornblum died last November: my tardy condolences to his family.

This is Allan as I remember meeting him out in Iowa City in 1970/71.

Photo © Morty Sklar

Behind him sits Darrell Gray. Allan was editing and printing Toothpaste magazine. That segued into Toothpaste Press, and eventually along with a move to Minneapolis became Coffee House Press. Those Iowa City days also spawned Actualism.
Dave Morice has some memories of that time and place and his own (probably the first of that genre)Poetry Comics are still sharp in my mind.


Slow, But Good, Week

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The Third Policeman, by Flann O’Brien Harper Perennial
Toward Blue Peninsular, by Ed Barrett Pressed Wafer
Three Clicks Left, by Katerina Gogou (translated by Jack Hirschman) Night Horn Books, S.F., long o.o.p.


Lee Harwood

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Peter Robinson’s obituary of Lee in The Guardian



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Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow? Amy Winehouse Lioness: Hidden Treasures
I Zoi Mas Einai Sougiades Katerina Gogou Sto Dromo
Breakout Steve Noble, Billy Jenkins & Roberto Bellatalla Tumble Shakedown Trios Vol. 2
No Dark There Wingless Angels Wingless Angels
Empire Of The Senseless The Mekons The Mekons Rock N’ Roll
How Deep is Your Love Billy Jenkins True Love Collection
Not with a Lover’s Lyre / Anna Akhmatova’s Recitation of “The Muse” Iris DeMent The Trackless Woods

Direct download elastin.mp3



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Another word I’ve never used before.

Remembering Anne-Marie Albiach, on her birthday.


Knife Me, Fink

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A while ago I included David Benedetti’s latest book here, amongst others; but at that time there was no simple way to get it. It’s now up on both Amazon USA and Amazon UK. Regularly browsing this book has given me more pleasure than anything else these past weeks : catnip for the literate.


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I welcome Mr.Abdul Rahman Haroun to this country. To have made his way from the Sudan and then walked the final 31 miles underground from France shows a courage and tenacity not found in the blobs of the political class who will decide his fate. I wish him well in this earthly paradise.



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Particularly today one is reminded that the United States is the only country to have actually USED nuclear weapons; twice : and in one case against a completely civilian population in a city of no military significance.


A View

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All that one’s head can see from so far up one’s own arse.

Wovon man nicht sprechen kann, darüber muss man schweigen

What is unspeakable, must remain Soylent.

The Wearing Away Of The Green

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A lung infection has kept me inactive for some days. This morning feels easier, but sleep past 4 a.m. is still impossible, so after a quick search online to see which if any of our newspapers of record had deigned to notice Lee Harwood’s death ten days after the event; none, I made coffee and drank it in the dawn light while reading (with pleasure) first
(trigger warning: contain thoughts, ideas and opinions of someone else):
The Dream-God, by John Cuningham 1873
and then
Night Work
(the latter via the excellent Futility Closet).
Now sunlight is passing through the coleus and hot pepper leaves behind me and I’m happy to have spent some time in the OED with fane and murex.


Lee Harwood

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An email from Andrew Robinson, and a confirmation from Robert Sheppard, that Lee died at 12.10pm on July 26th.

Travers Rafe Lee Harwood
Born, Leicester June 6th.1939 : Died, Hove, July 26th.2015

Too many memories. Poet and worker.

Happier Times: Lee, Gunnar Harding, me.
Colchester, around Christmastime 1968

Extracted from An Interview with Andy Brown

Andy Brown: Another theme that goes across your work is ‘decay’. Air Clamps even invokes decay: ‘And decay gradually eats at the structures… we hope’. What is all this decay about?
Lee Harwood: I’m not so sure what I meant by ‘decay’ in some of the earlier poems, but I do know that in the later poems, such as Air Clamps, it’s about being relieved; finding a pleasure in knowing that nothing is there forever. In that poem, the fancy building is going to fall down. All this grandeur has got its comeuppance eventually. There’s one other poem in Take a Card, Any Card, called Ikon, which ends up with an image of faded angels and an evolving mollusc. Creatures are continually evolving. We’re just a passing thing. There’s a marvelous book called The Earth: an Intimate History – these strata and the Earth’s crust are continually moving and changing and shunting around – and the author, Richard Fortey, says: ‘Mankind is no more than a parasitic tick, gorging himself on temporary plenty, while the seas are low and the climate comparatively clement. The present arrangement of land and sea will change, and with it our brief supremacy’. That thing about change; it’s a chastening thing for human arrogance. But it also means that, sometimes, one might feel that everything’s a total mess, but a couple of days later it will have all shifted.

Enitharmon Press note

The Guardian obituary, by Peter Robinson

The Argus, Brighton, obituary

Poetry Archive


Another Name Added To Our Time Wanderers.

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Kenneth Lee Irby

Born, Bowie, Texas November 18th 1936 : Died, Lawrence, Kansas July 30th 2015

A sad 4 a.m. drinking coffee, to get word from Steve Dickison of the death of Ken Irby, a poet whose presence seemed fixed. Whenever he lit in my memory the same two dominoes would flip, before else other. It’s late ’71 or early ’72, winter light and snow. Ted Greenwald, David Ball (and at one point Aram Saroyan) and I are driving with Harvey Brown from NYC to Franconia, NH to read. Bob Grenier is teaching up there. The story of that epic trip can only be properly told by Ted; but Ken was teaching at Tufts and he generously put us all up overnight. Going through his record collection he played us only Tibetan music and chants. That was my first meeting (other than by correspondence) with Ken. In an armchair with much Olson to hand. Drones, gongs, snow. Which tilts the second domino. Kent, Ohio, a little later in the 70s. We’re staying with the Dorns in their rented house. Ken comes by. Hilarity, drink, drugs. A fierce storm dumps feet of loose snow. For a forgotten reason I drive off towards the turnpike, heading back towards Bowling Green: and skid into a snowdrift. No cellphones in those days, but some hypersense after a couple of frozen hours brings Ken and Ed in a pick-up. I see this almost lion-head in silhouette as snow and ice are scraped from the windshield. Then more random memories flame up. I last saw Ken in Lawrence, where he’d returned to look after his mother, more than a decade ago. And I always thought he’d be there if I ever went back. I suppose he will.

Here’s a link to Steve Dickison’s morning message

Jacket has Irby material here and here.


Old Times

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Just remembering Peter Gilpin on his birthday.

Some traces.



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Mood Indigo Duke Ellington Black, Brown & Beige
Finnegan’s Wake read by Jim Norton with Marcella Riordan
The Old Triangle Dominic Behan Major Minor
The Very Heart of Things Peter Brotzmann Munster Bern
Me Gadmovcurav Zgvas Irakli Charkviani
The Sea Around Us The Dubliners Finnegan Wakes
Finnegan’s Wake read by Jim Norton with Marcella Riordan
Satin Doll Sun Ra Duke Ellington’s Sound of Space

Direct download: novale.mp3



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you all for such cheerful birthday greetings: it’s been a good day.

Older, and even less wise,



Falling Through

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Variaciones Ornamentales, by Ronald Kay. Ediciones Universidad Diego Portales, Chile.
Poesía Reunida, by César Vallejo (Edited by Kurt Folch). Ediciones Universidad Diego Portales, Chile.
Temporal, by Nicanor Parra. Ediciones Universidad Diego Portales, Chile.
Eastward Ho!– The Saga of Vitus Bering, by Jennifer Dunbar Dorn. EARTH OF THE PARALLEL BREAD/Lost & Found
Apuntes Autobiogáficos y Algunas Poemas, by Robert Lowell (translated by Sergio Coddou). Ediciones Universidad Diego Portales, Chile.
Swimming Home, by Vincent Katz. Nightboat


Totally Locally

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This past week:

The Assasin: Association of Musical Marxists Reader, Ed. Michael Tercer & Andy Wilson. Ukant Press
Ten Laws, by Jow Lindsay. The Greenhouse, Chapel Street, Cork. Apparently hors commerce but a note to might inform.
Little Apples of Gower, by Iain Sinclair. Little Toller
The Xipehuz, by J.-H.Rozny. Atlas Press hors commerce
Theory of the Great Game, by René Daumal, Roger Gilbert-Lecomte and others. Atlas Press
A Short History of Decay, by E.M.Cioran. Penguin Classics
Strange House, by Samantha Walton. SadPress (this is not yet listed on the SadPress site; but it’s well worth a visit)

The gin, the chocolates, the flowers were gifts from four visitors (Trevor Joyce, Jimmy Cummins, Keith Tuma and Fergal Gaynor) who arrived after the Cork SoundEye Poetry Festival. Drink was taken. There are a few photographs here. Thank you gentlemen for some excellent hours. For an opposite view see here.

Shortly before, our old friends (50+ years) David and Nicole Ball were in town for a few days

For a year and a half or so, tucked away in a corner of a parking lot adjacent to a nearby church has been the Lickle More Caribbean Kitchen stall. Goat Curry, and Jamaican patties were my favourites.
Since leaving hospital I haven’t been able to walk far, so I was pissed off to see this happen some days ago:
but a mass of local people turned out to help repair and repaint and all is back to normal. Yesterday delicious salt fish and ackee was my pleasure.

Finally, a sort of proof that I am sometimes upright:


Kerouac Typescript Letter

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from BuzzFeed Books.
Thanks to Dave Cook


Piketty on Greece

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pdf here

Interviewed by die zeit

Mr. Schalliol’s English translation is no longer available as die zeit is using copyright as a restriction. This is retrieved from the cache.

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