The Irwell - a river poem Rock-solid ground loosens,    shifts to liquid,    slips fast away beneath my feet.      The water dreams of boats, of willow banks,    not a foul stream of refuse    but a seam alive with freshwater shrimp,    roach, and brown trout.      A mallard halts —    strums his feathers,    beats the air into rhythm,    poised to rise above this stretch,    this blue-lined artery    we call the River Irwell.

No God but the Gold Forged in the Furnace of Flesh: A Poem on Jacob Frank       Jakub Lejbowicz slithered east   Beneath a heretic’s curse.   A worm of rot, crowned in Ottoman dust,   He wore another man’s face —   Berukhiah reborn   Jacob Frank, Westerner of Podolia,   Messianic pretender.     In Salonica, blasphemy transmuted:   Sin kissed the breasts   Of someone else’s wife.   Torah pressed into palpable skin,   White fire turned utterly black.   Apostates writhed.   A th

Spinoza’s Hatchet and the Ethics of Objecthood      By Richard Mather       “For the only perfection and the final purpose [...] of an instrument is to duly fulfil the duties that are assigned to them. For instance, when a carpenter finds himself best served by his hatchet in the construction of a piece of work, then has his hatchet attained its end and perfection; but if he were to think, ‘This hatchet has now served me so well that I will let it rest and not require any mor

Opulent Absurdities:    The Aristocrat as Pataphysician       Lord Ardenforde opens a jewellery box to reveal  a platinum brooch, rhodium watch, immortal diamond choker;  and on the quiltwork, a tiger-eye necklace pendant.  Exclamations clamour as seven yellow balloons ascend  to the Taj Mahal painting that hangs from the ceiling beams.  Soap-skinned Valentine looks on astonished,  an obsequious grin dripping from his amazing hollow face.  Plush telephones purr polite

When viewed under the lens of Alfred Jarry’s 'pataphysics — the so-called science of imaginary solutions that “symbolically attributes the properties of objects, described by their virtuality, to their lineaments” — the humble conjunction ‘and’ occupies a liminal space in poetic titles. Easily dismissed as a mere linguistic connector, ‘and’ here acts as a non-identical operator that defies conventional logic. Long acknowledged as a forerunner of the radical avant‑garde — Dad

Credit: Ahmed Abdul Rahman        The Octopus and the Fisherman [revised version]         A lobster paralysed   by venom   makes a fine meal for the octopus,   whose cephalopod beak   pierces clean   the lobster’s shell, splitting carapace   from meat.   And still the sea sings    with foamy lips .   If startled by shark   or stingray,   the octopus vanishes like magic —   a puff of ink,   or into coral colours it contorts,   bonelessly alien.   Still the sea sings    wit

If the Rain in Warsaw Sounds Like This      From a secret they shaped   A room in London—   A breath of space   Lit by a single candle’s hush.     Out there the war was cold,   Close to freezing.   But they were warm within.     Stillness gathered.   They listened to icy rain   Softly striking stone—   Each drop a touch,   A covert word   Only they understood.     It was a fragile pact:   Two selves from opposing worlds,   Folded into one,   Briefly, tenderly.     Then a man

Let His Dwelling Grow    Let him retain his secret self unseen—   A quiet core beneath the outer guise.   His thoughts drift far, where none have ever been,   Untouched by earthbound sound or sorrowed cries.  He shapes his fate by sovereign will alone,   And spends his hours by choice, not blind decree.   Yet boredom gnaws the pleasure of his throne   And drives him forth through mists no eye can see.  There in the vale, he finds his kindred near,   Who sense he will not ling

Atoms and Void There is no body without void – Epicurus You’d have thought it endless, Lucretius— The laminar descent of atoms Falling through a void serene and mute, Each atom unhurried, alone, Descending at a constant pace, Unmoved by force, untouched by will, No dawn to break their quiet fall, No god to stir the silent dark. But then—a swerve, a subtle bend, Two atoms veer, incline, and meet, A fragile sign of nascent will, A fracture within fate’s perf

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I See a Red Rose    “I see a red rose” shows us three things –  “I” – a simple fact of consciousness   Or awareness;  “See” – shows the sense   Of our action.   And, within that act   Of seeing, we have   The concurrence of perceptions   (Color, shape, quantity, etc.)  Considered as a single thing –   “A   Red   Rose”.    “I see a red rose” – You see,   There’s nothing romantic about it.

All the World Was Broken: An Ecopoem   On weightless air, the cocksure ravens flew.   Wild sheep chewed grass; deer   And bison chewed too.   On a slanted hillside white mountain goats   Enjoyed a lofty view.   In forests, eucalypti, fresh-minted, grew.   And fire-green firs with purple cones,   Did too.   For the silver-studded starfish there were oceans   Wet with green and blue –   And oceans for the whale and dolphin too.     On blackest soil, the man called Adam grew   H

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