“shaken and stirred” by La Lunatique

One of my favourite things in bloggoland is reading pieces by people who don’t necessarily consider themselves writers. I defy any serious writerly writer of serious writings to read this poem by La Lunatique and say it is not fantastic. It is. The imagery is beautifully controlled and connected. Every line is a perfectly structured and balanced poem in itself and together they form a marvellous kind of performance narrative. I am babbling cos I really really like this poem.

“shaken and stirred” by La Lunatique.

“when death comes” by Qazse

I have been looking for a minimalist poem that isn’t a haiku. This one is absolutely perfect. Extraordinary delicate balance.

“when death comes” by Qazse

“junk male” by Shell

This is another in my series of attempts to define the antihaiku and in my slow ponderous way say something about the point of poetry. To change, to move a reader from one state of mind to another.

It is not necessarily about making something beautiful and uplifting. Sometimes it is about making someone hear something. Now I find a certain technical beauty in that. The machinery of manipulation by which the poet achieves this from a blank paper, a blank expectation in the reader, fascinates me.

Blah blah, Squires, just show us the poem so we can make up our own minds.

“junk male” by Shell.

“she likes music in the key of g-minor” by Chico Mahalo

This is a wonderful narrative poem by Chico Mahalo that doesn’t really fit a category but it such a beautifully crafted story that opens out into a truely gorgeous ending and if you know G minor it does sound like this.

‘she likes music in the key of g-minor’ by Chico Mahalo.

emerge (by Mrs Sarah Ott)

emerge (by Mrs Sarah Ott)

Mrs Ott, you didn’t say this was an antihaiku but I am hoping that you don’t mind if I call it one for the purposes of the anthology?

It is a fantastical poem. Real control of the energy, slowing it down, compressing it and then releasing it. An archetype of a certain way of approaching the art of poetry, using the language to contain and express energy. This one does it brilliantly.

“S.B.T.” by Tipota

This is a fantastic prosepoem. Anyone who knows the backstory will tell you it is a work of absolute genius. But even if you don’t you have to be in awe of the technical mastery of voices, the precision and the creativity and originality. And it makes me laugh til I cried, literally. Move over William Seward Burroughs, here is Tipota..

S.B.T.

“June Evening” by Tina Trivett

An absolutely wonderful jewellery poem by Tina Trivett.

June Evening