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November 04, 2009
Introducing… Tom Chivers
Writing about web page http://thisisyogic.wordpress.com/
Tom Chivers
Tom Chivers drinks Thames water for breakfast.
Tom Chivers has Liverpool Street Station flat packed in his bedroom.
Tom Chivers left eye points at the city's skyline; his right eye glares through cement into London's sewers.
Tom Chivers spews.
Tom Chivers does not write for the Daily Telegraph.
Tom Chivers leads undead criminals out of the city's mausoleums.
Tom Chivers levitates two inches above the ground.
Tom Chivers has magnesium testicles.
For your delectation: Tom Chivers.
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Also:
Tom Chivers is my editor
Tom Chivers is publishing my first book of poetry
Tom Chivers is a legend
Tom Chivers would probably like me to say that you can order (or pre-order if you're reading this after the Nov 8th launch) my book here.
Tom Chivers probably endorses this kind of shameless promotion, as long as it helps him keep his business afloat
Tom Chivers does not wear nylon panties
Tom Chivers wants me to stop now.
November 01, 2009
Introducing… Simon Turner
Writing about web page http://gistsandpiths.blogspot.com/
Simon Turner
Simon Turner is a central filibuster in the context poke wound - he has won numerous maladjustment proceedings and axles for each of his poke collisions. He is also co-effect of Gists and Piths, an acclaimed blogzine of experimental poke and poetics, and the autobiography of literary croft and journalism for several niches and joyrides. The wild night is heartless and makes cavemen of the best of us. Laggards and gerbils, I give you: Simon Turner.
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A liberal dose of an online n+7 tool, though one line was supplied by Simon hisself, gerbil that he is.
October 29, 2009
Introducing… Luke Kennard
Writing about web page http://www.myspace.com/lukekennard
Luke Kennard
During a full moon, Luke Kennard splits in half. His doppelganger mutates into a wolf. His naked, shivering boy-self runs yelping and puling from the wolf, chased through Selly Oak, before diving through a star-carved portal into the world of imagination. He wakes the next morning, at the foot of the workers' statue in Centenary Square, shrouded in the paper kills of his hunt - poems grafted from blood, a newspaper blanket. Passing tramps pity him and offer him half a Ginsters' porkpie, but Luke Kennard shrugs this off, for he is a poet! His imagination is the storm breaking its shadow upon the mind.
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I'm not entirely sure if these work on the page. Hmm.
October 26, 2009
Introducing… Matt Nunn
Writing about web page http://www.mattthepoet.co.uk/
Matt Nunn
Prophet of urban decay and concrete epiphanies, Matt Nunn quests through the city's broken regions looking for the elusive shrapnel that might capture the beautiful whole, but mostly finds himself watching fist fights in pub parking lots, or curry house brawls. Anti-laureate of Birmingham, prepare to witness the onslaught of a crusader at war with pretension and sentimentality. His name like the last beats on the drum before a charge: Matt Nunn.
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Mark Goodwin suggested I try writing a series of these poems, after introductions I gave four poets at a Nine Arches event in Birmingham.
George Ttoouli
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