I met Murder on the way—– Shelley
Callous is something that hardening leaves behind– Gertrude Stein
The poet’s solitude isn’t romantic, though, it is constant bewilderment– Ishion Hutchinson
'Earth is on the back of an ageless iguana'
I’ve been re-reading Christian Campbell’s book of poems Running the Dusk. One of the poems in the book is one I keep coming back to again and again, ‘Iguana’. It begins like a standard occasional poem: “My friend from Guyana / was asked in Philadelphia / if she was from “Iguana.”” What follows is a sombre affirmation of the value of the Caribbean identity.[[MORE]] The...
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?– Wilfred Owen, ‘Anthem for Doomed Youth’
Fame came to him at an age when already long begun was his way of moving off.– Vahni Capildeo, Undraining Sea
He was content with a shovel, sunlight weeping in his arm-pits– Vladimir Lucien, ‘Stone’