To make poems rhyme can sometimes be toughas words can seem to be from the same bough,yet each line’s ending sounds different, though,best covered up with a hiccough or cough. Was this upsetting to Byron or Yeats?Dickinson, Wordsworth, Larkin or Keats?Did they see these words as auditory threats?Could they write their lines without caveats? What…
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There now follows a short public information film containing particulars of Brian Bilston and The Catenary Wires’ autumn tour. Brian Bilston tour diary You can find more particulars here, in particular: https://brianbilston.com/events/
O do not askif I am beach body ready. Observe how the folds of my stomach ripplelike the wind-pulled waves. Rub your hands over these pale buttocks,sand-smoothed by time. Note my milk-white limbs like washed up whalebones,stranded and useless. Consider these tufts of hair on my back and shoulderssprouting wildly like sea-grass. And listen to…
The mathematician John Venn was born on this day in 1834. To commemorate the occasion, here’s a poem in the form of a Venn diagram.
I took delivery yesterday of some advance copies of the gorgeous new edition of ‘You Took the Last Bus Home’. In celebration of that, here’s the title poem … You Took the Last Bus Home you tookthe last bus homedon’t know howyou got it through the door you’re always doing amazing stuff like the time…
Sunday – and the squirrels are lazing in their branches,the sheep are congregating for morning service,and the bears are sleeping off their sore heads. The sloths are taking things slow, the hippos are wallowing,the cats are curling up on the newspaper in front of the television.The alpacas will spend the day in their fluffies. Not…
Why do I always watch my birds?I know that statement sounds absurdbut today I reached an all-lime toewhen I received a blushing crow. It’s wetting gorse – and here’s the crunch:my conversation packs a lunch.I’m not sure when all this beganbut I think I need a plaster man to help me when my stouth gets muck.I…
In the park,the tall trees are wavingin the afternoon breeze. I wave backonly to realize they are wavingat the person behind me.
Exciting times … I’m coming back to Ireland this October to read some poems in what is set to be my most extensive tour there yet*: 17th: BELFAST, Mandela Hall18th: DUBLIN, Ambassador Theatre19th: LIMERICK, Lime Tree Theatre20th: DERRY, Millennium Forum Tickets are on sale here: https://brianbilston.com/events/. Book now to guarantee disappointment. * previous record =…