Gayathiri Kamalakanthan: Watching 'Time: Distance'
I should’ve said before, this is sixteen-millimetre film. And throughout,
the film is interspersed with digital colour floods.
Filters & Sorting
Dom Hale: Five Poems
"confessing how Id give all this away | for two thorn hearts that fly in time"
Alexandra Chand: Extract from (dreamings)
"To relate to Kngwarray’s art, it is necessary for the viewer to understand the sorts of
replications, reiterations, and resubstantiations of the Dreamings she undertakes in the
landscape around her [...]"
William Kherbek: Three Poems
"It was always just | | An affectation, you say, portending something while delivering | The lowest feasible return"
Jacob Burgess Rollo: Four Poems
"This is what I say when, really, I want to hold you | like a vigil, in which nobody actually touches"
Olivia Calderón: Three Poems
"the rusty return | of a love divine."
Karl O'Hanlon: from Herron's Dream Diary
"Dalí in a diving suit, lecturing in flamboyant Catalan, | grasping two borzois and a billiard cue"
Ellen Dillon: Six Poems
"I wanted to coil those entrails at your feet for anthropomantic | purposes, but you were watching football"
Ruby Lawrence: Two Poems
" Inhale sorrow, composted | with apricots. Blame less the apples, falling early."
The Lure of Space: Imogen Cassels in conversation with Will Burns
An interview with the poet Imogen Cassels, from Issue 8
Ginny Darke: Excerpts from Poison Centre
"symptoms include | dissociation from remembered gestures | involuntary repetition of song lyrics you never liked"
Cole Denyer: Three Poems
"Karl-Marx Grave labubu dolorem | in my linear city"
Tom Branfoot: from 'That x is not a given'
Excerpts from a new long poem by Tom Branfoot.
Alex Keramidas: A Poem in Two Parts
"I’m a girl scout searching for the new stuff - | living underneath you I melt away."
'Why am I not always in a meadow of flowers?': Seán Hewitt in Conversation with Elmos Andrews
"I think that I increasingly think of myself as a writer. People often want to say a poet that wrote a novel. I think that if you write a novel, you’re then a novelist – I think that if I hadn’t written poems before, I would be a novelist. I take each form on its own terms, and so writer seems to cover what I do, which is write books."
Ben Philipps: Two Poems
"Euclid did it: in that white silence his rod alone | moved in dust, scraping unimagined forms."
Alex MacDonald: Two Poems
"Is this not death: a paper peony, | cut and stuck against a midnight?"
Ian Macartney: Three Short Stories
"All roads led to the web of London – it was an uphill battle to unthink that and so many other assumptions about the capital."
Kimberly Campanello: from This Knot: A new version of Dante Alighieri’s Commedia with the poet K
"We know this mountain inverted like we know our own guts."
Medha Singh: Two Poems
"A pall of incense crawls / through rooms brushing gently, against / smooth faces at the altar. We absorb soft / pauses amid the swish, the song..."
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