The Mower Poems, Songs and Sonnets (Warning Camp)

 

Warning Camp

Fast Arun, pheasants mark a fence, we start
located, high as windows, frail as grass,
they move, are gone, now only fence remains
to stalk you as a grave. A robin bleeds
in white autumnal clocks of herded flesh.
A lilac stain. Forensic maps that plot
and stretch: are these the airless hours? Lines
advanced to those exhaled from mountain paths,
what Jerash saw: the birds depart and miss
isles carve the years of Black September’s birth.
But still we read the grass and hedges snow
as flowers pulse through chest and bone and grow
round stones that score a soft exilic moan.
Their breaths that form and climb and count as clouds.

Robert Grenier at Birkbeck, 20 October 2015

I’m helping to organise a poetry reading by the Contemporary Poetics Research Centre at Birkbeck. The CPRC has a new Facebook page here.

 

CPRC ROBERT GRENIER

 

‘One of the most influential poets of his generation, Grenier has, over the past forty years, pushed poetry into constantly new frontiers of practice and utterance. Over the past decade, Grenier has created handwritten poems that cross the upper limit of inscription to be both writing and drawing.’ from Grenier’s PennSound author page

Tuesday 20 October 2015

7-9 pm, Room B29, Birkbeck University of London, Malet Street

Click here for a map link for Birkbeck.

All welcome – free entry