I've finally added an events calendar to the website. A few new things are coming, both in the UK. I hope it starts getting nourished with new things in various other places and online. One must feed the delulu machine.
In the meantime, as it's corporeal and creative Friday, I'm leaving you with a poem from my book Meanwhile, published in 2020 by Burning Eye Books.
I'm currently working on a new bilingual edition that comes in Spanish as well. If you read the original version of this post, you'll read a Spanish version of this poem as part of what I've transrecreated so far.
But is it art?
Falling is an art,
and what I’m doing right now is mass media.
It is kitsch,
foam die on a dartboard,
fall, die as I hear your name
and remember your picture.
What I’m doing right now is a bastard,
a spawn, mum at the waiting room of the clinic,
burst out from her abdomen as it’s summoned for termination.
Determination.
This thing that I’m doing right now
is as stubborn and loud
as a white cis male, middle-class and middle-aged,
pitching the plot for the next comedy film
starring Adam Sandler.
This
is intimidating.
It speaks up, muffles any original thought
and rubs my right leg as it smirks and implores me
to give him a smile.
This...
falling...
is a telenovela villain
rolling down the stairs,
meeting her comeuppance.
As the stuntman touches the ground
and the first actress takes up his place,
she holds her breath to pretend she’s dead,
but, eyes closed,
we can see she’s still blinking.
Falling is an art,
yet I’m an imposter.
This thing I’m doing right now is not art.
If you're in the UK, you can buy Meanwhile from the Burning Eye Bookswebsite. The publishers will send it to you right away.
If you're anywhere in the world, you can email me so we can stay in touch, buy it directly from me, and I can send you a copy.
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