The Read Horse writers’ collective will be curating a room at the South East London zine fest, 12 November 2011. I shall be Master of Ceremonies. There will be amazing illustration/fiction/poetry interfaces LIVE using OHPs and other cutting edge-technologies. There will be cake. And hot cider. Really buzzy, exciting scene full of talented and interesting people. And at the Amersham Arms, which is great. Woohoo.
I have my very first poetic residency, thanks to Dan Cockrill and the gang. I shall be appearing at Bang (at its usual home, the Roebuck SE1) in a little slot each week in November. Do come along- line up includes Jem Rolls, Simon Munnery, Rachel Rose Reid & Rubix collective.
One day I’ll be a pile of bones And so, indeed, will you And so will he and she and him (and her over there too)
And if they dig them up These bones And if they scan and label Will they know who I was? Will they one day be able to carbon-date and know my fate to scrape my DNA away and know I had green eyes and freckles and was a redhead, will they say, “A rare specimen. You don’t often see this”? Will they lean in closer, peer some more? And measure my long-leggedness by slender taping femurs? …I’m not sure.
But when they dig our bones up The things they’ll never know: they’ll never know they way you held my face and kissed me, fierce and slow; they’ll never know the dizzying details of a moment a life like a flick book of a million photographs; they’ll never know the dreams and disappointments the way we loved and lived; what made us laugh; they’ll never know the great swell sea of it; our secret hearts.