Poems
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The Anti-travel Travel Poem
By Adam AitkenThe anti-travel travel poem suggests the road
romance & regrets
the endless paperwork we left behind
I dreamed of walking boots that wouldn't lace -
Scenes
By Pam Brownwhat’s graspable
on the starless night
of the blackout
as the gleaming cars -
I Know How to be in Love
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Mohammad Hossein Abedi
Translated by Laetitia Nanquette and Ali Alizadeh
I know how to be in love, -
VISITING THE ELDER STATESMAN
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Heiner Müller
Translated by Sam Langer.
VISITING THE ELDER STATESMAN His health -
1967 Encouraged The Right Vote Now?
By Lionel FogartyReferendum who will vote for see –
Citizen to who will write the truth.
Refer what census over prohibition of us,
Who custom attitudes still stands by the old -
Saints Are Homeless
By Lionel FogartyThe poor are not homeless cause they have souls richest.
Fortune are homeless, tunes are homeless,
Homeless be the resistances
Homing babies don’t cry -
Vote No - Ho?
By Lionel FogartyRemember 200 thousand dreams and the minds balance houses.
Earth in focus world words around.
Remember to tree in year 3 thousand dreams,
Member those light in side cells life’s death -
Non-Pain In Rain
By Lionel FogartyNo matter who lands?
Earths our same lands
Matter what worlds depend
On cost and prices. -
Sort of Sorry
By Lionel FogartySort of sorry tears on drops
Were no eyes?
Sore cries
Walk pass the changed seasons -
Fable
By Adam AitkenThat year they rode low in the water
on a ballast of oaths and convicted emotions
moved on to springtime ports
past the Pig and Sows reef -
Beer Garden (Chinese)
By Antigone KefalaTranslated by Antigone Kefala
《啤酒园》
安提戈妮·克法拉 （著）
欧阳昱 （译） -
A CRYSTAL PALACE GUIDE
By Lisa Gortonfor Lisa Harms
This is the main gate. Now
like something imagined the Palace lies before you, -
Rilke Renditions: 1
By Chris EdwardsA stink arose — Boom! — or maybe an O, sang Orpheus, as he
yearned toward his Big Mistake. What horror! What a Blockage of the
earways! Oh, and as the verse-writing gang got steadily closer —
fanged, winking, full of wanderlust, a vortex -
Rilke Renditions: IV
By Chris EdwardsSo, it’s like that, is it? I’d been trotting awhile with the Atum,
whose words are not normally meant for me, and had at last become
privy to certain errors concerning my Wang — quite a tall one,
if he’d hinted correctly. So I say … uh … -
ROOM AND BELL
By Lisa Gorton‘This morning unexpectedly, sorting through a box of toys, I found that brass bell which stood beside my bed through all that childhood illness, and which, though I had long since forgotten it, kept still the power of summoning people to my room…’
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A bland, small room – nothing about it accounts for the feelings that it lodged in me. Not the built-… -
Evening Star
By Ali AlizadehThis happened to me. 1994: She radiated
like a celestial, perusing the pages
to unnerve me. Was I so positive
of money as an imperative? She closed -
We
By Ali AlizadehThe political struggle is also the struggle for the appropriation of words.
Jacques Rancière
We are decent. We love our country -
THE HOTEL HYPERION
By Lisa GortonI. PRESS RELEASE
To honour the Year of Perfected Vision, in 2020
the PDK-4 Corporation signed up its first
Hibernation Astronaut for the missile, ‘After life’, -
In the Small Hours
By Peter BoyleIt’s three a.m. in the morning
of a day you won’t enter for so many hours.
Where you are
yesterday’s sunlight still bathes your feet as you walk -
THE TRIUMPHS OF CAESAR
By Lisa Gortonafter Mantegna
I
The trumpeters have gone ahead.
Morning of high, quick clouds –
