Worth A Browse (pdf library)

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…even though Wikileaks thinks sought is sort.
Coming soon to a Country near you.

Lee Harwood (cont’d)

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Colchester, one Christmas late 1960s

After almost three months, The Independent has found space for an obituary.

Nicholas Johnson is bothered by the editing of his obituary and offers the first version and the version as sent to the paper for comparison.



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Die Wacht Am Rhein Heino Gold Collection
So What Anti-Nowhere League The Best Of
Inner Cities 7-5 (for Trisha Brown) Alvin Curran Inner Cities [2005]
Spoonful Gil Evans The Individualism of Gil Evans
My Blue Heaven The Smashing Pumpkins The Aeroplane Flies High
Ochre Malcolm Williamson Colours
Drum Crazy Laurie Johnson & His Orchestra feat. Phil Seamen Great Big Bands Of The 50’s
Gong (For Phil Seamen) Evan Parker Free Zone Appleby 2002
Physarum Sonification Less_Null_Void
Ich Hab Noch Einen Koffer In Berlin Hildegard Knef Aber Schön War Es Doch

Direct download: sourfie.mp3



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October In Massachusetts

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A Quarter Of A Century

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This morning I came across this, while searching for something else. I don’t remember where it was, but 8 JUNE 1990 is written on the back. I recognise myself and Lee Harwood, standing; Kelvin Corcoran, seated; and it looks like Ken Edwards (is that you, Ken?) on the left.

December In Paris

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A note from Katrine le Gallou with a Stephen Rodefer update:


I’ll post any further information nearer the date.

NOTE: Already updated: Saturday 5th of December at 5pm

And here’s Katrine’s update in her own words:

The reading has finally been scheduled for Saturday December 5 at 5:p.m.
The event is organized by La Guillotine and Double Change (who organizes bilingual readings in and around Paris).
It will take place at :

La Guillotine
24 Rue Robespierre
93100 – Montreuil
Métro stop : Robespierre (on metro line 9)
(Montreuil is a very close suburb East of Paris, it’s the Brooklyn of Paris, lots of artists there, etc).

Thanks for posting the info and inviting friends and poets who want to join for the reading.
For any additional info, I can be contacted via Facebook.


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Mirror in the street

Autumn Weekend


Last Night

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Michaela Ridgway

John Harvey

Last night to the Red Roaster for the Memorial Lee Harwood event. Fourteeen readers. As expected, but kept to bearable length by the capable organiser, Michaela Ridgway. I was glad to see Ken and Elaine Edwards; to run into Paul Matthews:not seen since the wedding of George Dowden (poet, Ginsberg bibliographer) more than forty years ago in Brighton) but not to learn George died here last year; to meet Sammi Gale briefly; to sit for a while with Lee’s last partner Lindy who told of being at his bedside during the final hours and hearing him say faintly and with difficulty “I want to write….”, motioning away her offer to write something down for him and just repeating “I want to write”. I talked with John Harvey, whose work I like and whose Slow Dancer press published early works of Lee’s. His concise evocative introduction set Lee clearly in the early 1960s London scene, while mention of places like Sam Widges and people like Libby Houston scratched patches of my mind long undisturbed and probably caused my later dream of that era in Movietone colour intercut with Sean Bonney scrabbling in a black and white post-war ruined Berlin. To the very left of the Harvey photo can be seen the profile of Paul Brown whose Transgravity and Actual Size presses worked through those years. His Studio Bookstore is still at 68 St James’s St, Brighton BN2 1PJ. The academic feminists seems to have overlooked Libby, whom I remember as the only woman poet in an overwhelmingly male reading scene of the early 1960s. Certainly the only poet from then to have a tree, Houston’s Whitebeam (Sorbus x houstoniae), named after her.

Though it was a Pighog occasion there was no political chine nor chop on the news of the week.
Lee would have been pleased with such an evening, in his home town, leavened with his own work.


Another Poet Gone

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“When you come to a fork in the road, take it.”


Pork Pyre

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Occasional Outings

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A few local snaps


PDF Library

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For those who read dictionaries for pleasure:


Lee Harwood (Continued)

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Molly Bloom has a note by editor Aidan Semmens and some tributes to Lee.
Locally, in Brighton next Thursday (24th) there is a tribute reading at the Red Roaster coffee house.
Robert Sheppard’s remarks at the Lee Harwood Brighton celebration; plus links to various i.m. poems.

See also several posts between then and now.

Sans Paroles

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Cui Bono

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This extract published in Business Insider is clear enough.



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I like the style of these two Ukrainian/Russian lads from Luhansk. A couple more links at the end of this, but first you should ride around with them:

how to charge your phone
some of their links in English (You can let the videos play through)

The Russian links usually have an English version. The inquisitive mind doesn’t rest. Microwaves, lightning, how to steal WiFi, improvise an arc-welder.

Vanessa Renwick

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I’m pleased that Vanessa, an old friend and travelling companion, is back in touch.

There’s a 2004 Oregon Art Beat video on her and her work here
and a list of places and dates of future shows here.

Another For the PDF Library

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by Christian Hincker (Blutch) — thanks to David Ball



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Into the cloaca of political history (one hopes).

Not Forgotten

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photo by Ben Friedlander

Peter Culley

1958 – 2015, British Columbia, Canada.

Thanks to Lee Ann Brown for reminding me this morning of Peter Culley’s death last April. I liked Peter, and what I read and saw of his work over the years; though we met at most only three or four times. Anyone who takes the trouble to click on these links will realise our loss. Here’s a quote from him more than a decade ago:

“I discovered Lenny Bruce in my late twenties – just out of grad school & dirt-poor in Seattle, I read How to Talk Dirty & Influence People with a growing realization that Bruce was my century’s Whitman, a poet who took democracy seriously. I’ve since had the opportunity to listen to recordings of Bruce in performance & my initial reaction is confirmed: Lenny Bruce was our first performance poet. He’s ahead of David Antin & Patti Smith. Whitman broke through, Bruce broke through. Neither spared himself embarrassment. I think, for myself, after a decade of intimidation by language poets on one side & new freaking formalists on the other, I may have found my way forward in this particular lineage. I won’t call it a tradition. There is a radical middle in American poetry (& politics, by the way) that often is confused with middle-of-the-road, but the confusion is a symptom of sloppy thinking (& political manipulation): pray you avoid it. The dominant culture is busy turning the radical – or its images – into the mainstream; it has to be the business of artists to resist the process & to reinvent the images when they have been drained of their juice & pulse. What Whitman called urge. What Lenny Bruce called truth.”

Link One

Link Two

Link Three

Link Four

Link Five

Link Six

Link Seven. Culley’s webpage with many of his photographs/images


Good Reads

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Come Again, by Harry Hoogstraten Barncott Press
Du Bellay — Like Catalan Anarchy, by Philip Terry, linocut by Tim Atkins Crater Press (o.o.p) Crater Press on Facebook
Complete Poems, by R.F.Langley Carcanet Press
Poems to Work On : The Collected Poems of Jim Dine, by Jim Dine Cuneiform Press


Theft Is Property

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Globuleisation or the meniscus of the bubble.



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I went into the back yard a moment ago and noticed this.


Stephen Rodefer

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A message from Katrine Le Gallou just now suggests I … “might like to share this small report on the ceremony for Stephen at Père Lachaise. It was written by Felix Brenner, one of Stephen’s sons.
Rae Armantrout, Laird Hunt, Jonathan Skinner, Josh Robinson also attended the ceremony.
The cause of his death is unknown, he was found in his studio by our son Dewey (18 yrs old). Horrible scene”.

Stephen’s funeral took place today at Père Lachaise with about 40 people – family, friends and poets from Paris and England – joining us to mourn and celebrate.

On this shining and cooler September day, Dewey, Ben, Katrine and I met his casketed body at 10:00 AM at the Medical Institute along the Seine across from the Jardin des Plantes. We had some moments with him, to be together and say some words, before moving with him by car to the cemetery. During this time, Jackie retrieved a word painting by Stephen (Moet et Moi, Ashes to Ashes, Art to Art) and some of his decorative dresses (those he hung on his walls) from his studio and set the scene of our tribute, actually wearing one of those dresses herself as she had plucked it off his wall in the prior days.

The tribute program and readings were as follows:

Show a Little Emotion for the granite – Felix
Welcome in English and French – Felix & Katrine
Cy Gist in French and English – Katrine & Jackie
A Selection of Poems – Dewey
De poverté, Poem, To A Reader, Electrified World, and an original poem by Dewey that he had never shared with Stephen
– A tribute and reading of a portion of Love Thirty – Benjamin

With the five of us having lived as this insular family for the last ten days, so focused on the emotion and affairs of Stephen’s death, it was hard to know what to expect. We overran our allotted time (as Stephen was always one to close down a party). Not a group to go quietly, as guests were invited up to the casket, many took the chance to utter verse, share a story, and give thanks. John and Val (friends of his from London) provided Fuck Death (another word painting by Stephen) pins for guests to wear. Even our Père Lachaise attendant asked for one afterwards and was seen wearing it as she walked the grounds and met with other funeral parties. Another friend Ian Hunt brought copies of Left Under a Cloud to give. The warmth, balance and love brought by those that joined made for a beautiful day and a fitting Parisian goodbye.

We retired to a cafe nearby to continue the celebration, eating and drinking. With the crowd shrunk to 15 or so, we meandered back through Pere Lachaise in the afternoon light, on our way to Stephen’s favorite cafe – La Fée Verte above Bastille – for additional food and beverage.

Wednesday, September 2nd. 2015



A Few Notes

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Yesterday’s Desired Haven post brought in a few questions. The title and the bottom text are from the 107th Psalm (the King James’ version, which I prefer). As the Humanities are phased out of education, fewer will recognise what once was basic knowledge. The tragic family’s names were noted by BBC News who had spoken to the children’s aunt.

Alan set out before dawn that morning in Turkey for the Greek island of Kos with his father Abdullah, mother Rehanna, and five-year-old brother Ghalib. The Kurdis wanted to reach Canada to reunite with Abdullah’s sister Tima, a hairdresser in Vancouver.

His name has been spelt ‘Aylan’ by much of the media, including the BBC, but his aunt Tima told us today that this was a Turkish version of the name given by Turkish officials – his Kurdish name was Alan.

For context, the current news cycle also covers the rise in the number of millionaires in the UK. Here is a link to the number of second homes in this country whose disgusting governing class think we might possibly stretch to taking 5,000 refugees. I am old enough to remember playing as a child on bombsites, here where rationing continued into the 1950s, in a Europe ravaged by a decade of wars, where millions of what were then called “DPs” (Displaced Persons) roamed or were held in camps. We dealt with that then; as in 1956, we managed to absorb 20,000 (ironically) Hungarians fleeing the Soviet invasion.


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).

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