There are some extracts from the sequence WINDSUCKERS & ONSETTERS: SONNOTS for Griffiths, by Peter Manson and Mendoza, in the new issue 5 of para·text magazine, edited by Laura Elliott and Angus Sinclair. Other contributors include Rowan Evans, Laura Elliott, Jeremy Allan Hawkins, Sarah Hayden, Steven Hitchins, nick-e melville, Drew Milne, Jessa Mockridge and Richard Skelton. £6.50 + postage. Many thanks to the editors. The complete WINDSUCKERS & ONSETTERS sequence is due soon as a book from MATERIALS.
I have two poems, “1/ still life in the yolk” and “14.5.17 (for John Hall)” in volume 9, issue 1 of Causeway / Cabhsair, a magazine edited from the University of Aberdeen by Oliver Tong and Lily Greenall. The issue also includes work by David Wheatley, Sheena Blackhall, Helen McClory, Kenneth Steven, Deborah Moffatt and many others. Thanks to the editors.
I’ve edited a pamphlet anthology of current Scottish poetry for Martin Corless-Smith’s FREE POETRY imprint in Boise, Idaho. The poets included are Dorothy Alexander, Christina Chalmers, Calum Gardner, Katy Hastie, Colin Herd, MacGillivray, nick-e melville, Iain Morrison, Nisha Ramayya and Kathrine Sowerby. The publisher encourages the reproduction of this chapbook and its free distribution, ad infinitum.
Here are electronic copies of the anthology files:
Free Poetry Scotland Anthology (458k pdf) [edited 26 March: some formatting improved]
Free Poetry Scotland Cover (52k pdf) [edited 15 March: the cover link should work now!]
Thanks to Martin, and to Colin Johnson and Tessy Ward for their work on the anthology.
In the storm
from Théophile Gautier
The barque is small and the sea immense,
the wave throws us up to the sky in anger,
the sky, in madness, sends us back to the flood:
let us pray on our knees, next to the broken mast!
Between us and the tomb there is only a single plank:
perhaps this evening, in a bitter bed,
under a cold shroud, made of white foam,
we will go to sleep, our vigil kept by the lightning!
Flower of paradise, Our sainted Lady,
so good to sailors in peril of dying,
becalm the wind, make the waves go quiet,
and push with a finger our skiff towards the port.
We will give you, if you save us,
a beautiful dress made of silver paper,
a painted altar-candle weighing four pounds,
and, for your Jesus, a little Saint John.