Fresh blakwork; industrial complexes hands with smooth and flat palm callouses. Soothing re— —conciliation. That dawdling off-trend meme, white guilt. To survive among it; well, it's naff to say, but compul— —sory to do. Indentured blakwork, something like: nine to five, forgiv— —ing you.
RAYMOND ANTROBUS WINS THE FIRST £30,000 RATHBONES POETRY PRIZE "Taking the award for his 'exceptionally brave and kind' exploration of the deaf experience, The Perseverance....Antrobus’s first collection has been praised by judges for its kindness and universal appeal in an 'atomised' age."
WHAT SPARKS POETRY: AARON MCCOLLOUGH ON WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS’ “THIS IS JUST TO SAY” "The poem is ultimately more about what isn’t there (the plums, the speaker, respect for the beloved’s property) than it is about what was there momentarily (the sensual pleasure of something “so sweet / and so cold” or the speaker’s remorse, however genuine)."
