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Review - An Anthology of New York Poets

Martin Stannard NYC FROM THE INSIDE: NYC through the eyes of the poets who live there. (George Wallace, ed.) Blue Light Press, 339pp This anthology has one subject, as the title makes clear. It's “New York City . . . seen from the inside and through the eyes of its poets", getting on near 200 of them, which is a lot of poets. And they are poets of all shapes and sizes, metaphorically speaking: famous household names (sic), and others not-so-famous or not famous at all. But all are serious practitioners with decent track records. The book doesn't claim to be comprehensive, although the editor believes it to be “a pretty good sample of the breadth and depth of what today's living poets …. have to offer." As for the kinds of poetry on show here, it's varied, unsurprisingly. There are some poets I happen to know personally, and who might loosely be associated with the New York School, but they make up a very small proportion of the whole. The whole is, frank

Review - Luke Kennard and JH Prynne

Steve Spence Bad Sermons    Luke Kennard   Broken Sleep Books   pub 2021   37 pages   £7.50 At Raucous Purposeful    J.H. Prynne    Broken Sleep Books    2022    23 pages    £7.50   Bad Sermons, according to the end note, is an accumulation of twenty three poems/texts compiled from a ‘failed novel’ called The Cutaway with one or two italicised additions from elsewhere. Aaron Kent and Holly Pester assisted with the editing process. I have no reason to doubt any of this information which also claims that the book is ‘a thriller in 23 parts’. What we are left with then is a series of possibly interrelated poems which occasionally appear to suggest continuity but are often discontinuous. The non sequitur often appears to rule the process and the result is that of estrangement and of a surreal landscape which requires the reader to participate (or not) in deciphering these pieces and making some sort of sense out of disparate materials. Often the individual lines or sentences are ‘hi

Kenny Knight - Three Poems

Mongolia                   For Matthew Carbery   When I glance at the big screen in room three hundred and twenty I can see you talking to people sitting in four rooms in four universities two in Wales and two in other parts of England. Your book lays on the table between us set in the last century tracking the long poem in American Literature with or without roots in Whitman.   In room three hundred and twenty there's a map of the world hanging on the wall behind your chair the sea is a lighter blue than the cover of your book night is not here yet there's a map I can't see wrapped around the world and shifting.   If I could travel around the world I would travel across it in a weather balloon if only travelling were as simple as that the thought of departure and arrival. If only it were as easy as getting out of a chair and walking across the room to Mongolia to see the snow leopards or deconstructing molec