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.


A Message For Nipper

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+click for pdf


All To Me

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Around This Week

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Myths of Male Dominance, by Eleanor Burke Leacock  This edition long o.o.p

Cry for a Nickel, Die for a Dime, by Woody Haut   Concorde Press

Tip Regard, by Allen Fisher   Spanner Press (not yet listed)

For Bill, ANYTHING, a festschrift for Bill Berkson by Various   Pressed Wafer

Words Out of Time, by Robert Sheppard   KniveForksandSpoons Press

The Deeper Genome, by John Parrington   Oxford University Press

The Subprimes, by Karl Taro Greenfeld   Harper Collins

L’Underground a Préaux-du-Perche   More than 70pp black & white & colour of much interesting ephemera, letters, postcards, interviews and photographs. Published on the occasion of the exhibition Piero Heliczer aux Bains-Douches, Alençon, France, June 19th to September 22nd 2015 . More information, and how to order here.

Unflattening, by Nick Sousanis   Harvard University Press

Are Poets At A Taste Opera?, by David Benedetti   Noose Soon press, New Mexico. Enquire of the author at

The Drone Eats With Me, by Atef Abu Saif   Comma Press

London Overground, by Iain Sinclair   Hamish Hamilton


Old and New

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A few early morning shots of the decaying West Pier and the ever-growing

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