27 November 2013

Ungrasped, all is holographic

Busy times. I gave a paper at the Bristol Poetry Institute's 'Translating Poetry: the Impossible Art' at the University of Bristol, organised by poet Rachael Boast and the University's Danny Karlin. It was a great event and some great papers were given. It was fascinating to watch Don Paterson in conversation with Robert Vilain, and other appearances from David Harsent, Sean O' Brien and Landeg White. A very eclectic conference with a nice feel that it wasn't purely academic but had a public and accessible face. I think the BPI will push this aspect of themselves over the coming months and years. It was also good to continue spreading the work of Leopoldo María Panero.

As usual, I drift through the cold with hardly a sense of myself, but there are intense flashes of light, innumerable glories, strange silences and muddled expression to be pondered. I stole the title from Balzac - cheers Honoré!

…de plâtras incessament près de tomber

Ungrasped, all is holographic, passing near to unseen.
A tissue paper proof inscribed butterfly         eye       iris       grey

We derive everything, plastic, old years streaked with paint’s
watermark. Loose, diaphanous slow diamonds,
dark optics ghosting around spheres of light              it doesn't matter

There's not much foundation left        chain    wind    gristle
Other visuals: bow-shaped accumulations of water to luminous arabesques of bone

strange latitudes, subsumed whorls. Progress is diagonalized,
whacked out of its plane                                                         a mimic.

O navigation. Bodies fat with water - fitful, vagrant potential                      as in sleep