Sunday, June 17, 2018

The Loss - Father's Day in France


Five years ago, my father passed away. A year after, The Loss was published through Flutter Press.
Time to promote this book again on this special day. Order it here.

Terylene Cuddling
first published in Deep Water Literary Journal

They were grey, marine blue or brown,
you wore them everyday, synthetic fibre fabric,
always sliding from cloaks, soft and thin Terylene trousers.
The feel of them against my seven-year old cheek
when you came back from work and I became
like a foundling, some orphan in need of mercy.

The night went on, the rush towards some sleep,
I loved to slip in it but prior to the large dark hole
I spent some time lying on the sofa watching some film
from another era, a time when you and she
were cuddling, exploring each other's life,
accepting one another breath and mood.

Yours were thick and smelly, hers never as round as they seem;
both made me recoil anyway – a fright for the gremlin – 
except when you came back from work
smelling vapours from the kitchen or when
you had burned twigs and weeds in the garden
and the smell of smoke lingered on your clothes.

My head on your thigh, your hand repeatedly
but gently brushing my blonde, straight, hair,
until my eyes closed and you seemed to be
ready to take me upstairs to my bed, she made
with cotton sheets and feather-full cushions
soothing my weariness, comforting my dismay.


Sunday, May 13, 2018

Three poems in erbacce

erbacce journal issue 53 cover
I think I can remember being acquainted with erbacce and Alan Corkish for about 7 years, back when I was living in Mayotte and tried to place poems from Maore I was compiling at the time. It is through the poetry competition I took part into that I first submitted poems to them. Yet, it is the first time ever that some of my poems appear in their nice journal.

erbacce is based in the UK (Liverpool) and run by Alan himself and Andrew Taylor. This journal gave birth to the press of the same name.

These three poems -- "A Bath of Glitter", "Grow Me some Wine", and "Reason Guarded by the Wise" -- are taken from the still unpublished collection I am used to naming Tamed Dracanae or the Dragon Project. I will probably self-publish it and change its title since no press accepted it so far and the title is probably too abstruse though explained in the introduction.

This new publication makes 26 original poems out of the 70 that compose the manuscript have been published so far. I stopped submitting these poems for a while and started again since over a half of them were left unpublished. I'll probably stop there now since most press like to have poems left unpublished when they choose to print a book.

I am thankful to Alan and Andrew for having accepted these three poems. This makes a new venue where my troubled verses appear, and a new link on the right hand-side of this blog!

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Publications this month

A New Ulster Issue 65 Cover

It is nice, I'd rather say comforting  to start writing again. It proves it's not completely gone.
It is even more pleasant to know these poems can be published, that an editor accepts them as being acceptable, publishable, readable.

I am slowly returning to writing, translating some poems in French, or rewriting old poems in English (the early work written while I was living in the UK, back in the mid-90s) and publishing these poems. This past February I had the pleasure to have three poems published.

Futures Trading (USA, Caleb Puckett editor) accepted the translation into English of one of the poems from my chapbook in French Civilisé [Civilized]. "We Progress in a Septic Area" can be found among other poets' work here.

A New Ulster (UK, Belfast, Amos Greig editor) published two fresh poems "A Gun Pointed to the Stomach" and "Her Art" in the 65th issue of the journal.



That month also marked several "anniversaries". My father's death, something I am still recovering from after 5 years. I know I'll never fully recover. The 4th anniversary of the publication of The Loss (Flutter Press, 2014), a book that is precisely about the events I went through the previous year. The 3rd anniversary of the publication of Crossing Puddles (Robocup Press, 2015) about which David Herrle wrote a review that can be read in his journal Subtletea.

More to come this year

Saturday, January 13, 2018

Nouveaux délits 59 -- janvier 2018

Il est arrivé par la poste à l'instant et je m'y plonge cet après midi. Merci Cathy pour ce travail minutieux.

Illustration de couverture Arnaud Martin

Eh bien voilà revenue l’année nouvelle ! Nous savons que ça ne veut pas dire grand chose, mais si ça peut nous permettre de nous sentir de même un tant soit peu neufs, décidés à laisser derrière nous le pesant et l’obsolète... Une nouvelle chance, un nouveau départ, un peu de poudre de perlimpinpin qui brille, une virginité en toc, un lustre qui disparaitra en deux coups d’éponge, mais quelques secondes de rêve, ce n’est pas rien, alors on ne va pas se les gâcher en faisant du mauvais esprit, surtout quand on s’appelle « Nouveaux Délits ».

Si la lucidité est la blessure la plus rapprochée du soleil, comme l’écrivait Char, alors elle est au soleil pendant que d’autres sont au bureau, aussi spacieux soit-il. Alors, fait-elle vraiment souffrir cette lucidité ? Et si elle était justement la garante du rêve ? Entre la transparence et l’opacité, il y a la beauté de la translucidité, ce qui n’est pas sans rapport avec la poésie.

Aussi, je vous invite sans plus de blabla à la découverte des poètes de ce nouveau numéro. Je les ai choisis avec mon meilleur mauvais goût, clin d’œil à de pauvres petites idées fixes et préconçues et donc pas très neuves, de ce qu’est, doit être et ne peut pas être la poésie. Ne cherchez pas, la poésie n’y est déjà plus ! Souhaitons-nous plutôt de tirer le meilleur jus de cette année inédite et de le boire en chantant à tue-tête. Soyons sérieux : rions beaucoup et aimons plus encore !

Bonne année 2018 à vous toutes et tous et que la paix ferme le bec des imbéciles qui ne laissent pas passer la lumière.

CG

Au sommaire de ce numéro:

Délit de poésie dans l’irrespect total de la parité (mais c’est LA poésie) :

Pénélope Corps
Benoit Arcadias
Jean-Louis Millet avec six fragments de Psychorama holographique
Marc Guimo et des extraits de sa Réalité dispersée
Pablo Gelgon

Résonances :
Civilisé de Walter Ruhlmann, Urtica 2017
Tu écris des poèmes de Murièle Modély, Éd. du Cygne, 2017

Délits d’(in)citations, petits flocons mignons qui fondent au coin des pages.

Vous trouverez le nouveau bulletin de complicité au fond en sortant, il est en tout point pareil que l’ancien, en digne résistant à la hausse des tarifs postaux.

Illustrateur : Arnaud Martin


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