September 2011
5 posts
Max Wallis: The Crunch - Charles Bukowski →
too much too little
too fat
too thin
or nobody.
laughter or
tears
haters
lovers
strangers with faces like
the backs of
thumb tacks
armies running through
streets of blood
waving winebottles
bayoneting and fucking
virgins.
an old guy in a cheap room
with a photograph of M. Monroe.
there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement...
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Porthcothan Bay At Night →
Here,
on wet grains, the sea wipes sand like rain across glass. They sit under a tartan rug hands down pants, fondling as the fire cracks and chatter spit-spurts between dark silhouettes and ghoulish uplit faces. They squeeze and pretend that nothing is happening. Tonight, people leave, one by one, and they remain alone with the sea, gunblack, which throws and turns, a humongous tongue,...
August 2011
14 posts
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Max Wallis: Almost Perfect →
It’s almost perfect being almost perfect being almost there and almost not. And it’s almost brilliant being almost brilliant and almost great being almost Elite. And it’s almost awesome landing the first job and being optioned and requested until you’re not. And it’s almost crazy being almost crazy about almost being Comme des Garçons next chap. And it’s almost delightful desecrating Dior’s HQ and...
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Max Wallis: Review - Modern Love - Lancashire... →
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Rachel McGladdery reviewed Modern Love here.
It is all credit to Max, that I desperately still wanted a copy when it came out. It’s also credit to him that I phoned members of my family to read out snippets to them, that they oohed and ahhed and in one instance, cried at the appropriate places and shook their heads soundlessly when I explained how old Max was. I was going to...
Max Wallis: Ways Not To Fall In Love →
Ways Not To Fall In Love
I will not ask your name in case it becomes my new lullaby turned over and over again. I will not kiss you first in case, pecked, it remains with me a silent signature of your lips. I will not dance with you in case the drink blurs your face into my dreams watching between Love and Like. I will not tell you my hopes in case you fall for those and not for me. I will not...
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Max Wallis: ( ) →
This pressing of bodies: sticky palms from where we held the counterweight to ourself; then lips, lending each other breath and broad trunked chests, heavy with the silence of evening song. You enfold the Matryoshka-doll-me. We are a duet, playing the night game in the forgotten worlds between owl-time and breakfast. We murmur each other’s names: dot-through-dot and-dotted by the mmms of our...
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“We should write as we dream; we should even try and write, we should all do it...”
– Hélène Cixous
Max Wallis: I Remember You As You Were →
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Pablo Neruda:
I remember you as you were in the last autumn. You were the grey beret and the still heart. In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on. And the leaves fell in the water of your soul. Clasping my arms like a climbing plant the leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at…
July 2011
1 post
Amazon is stocking Modern Love again. →
June 2011
3 posts
Max Wallis: ( ) →
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( ) This pressing of bodies: sticky palms from where we held the counterweight to ourself; then lips, lending each other breath and broad trunked chests, heavy with the silence of evening song. You enfold the Matryoshka-doll-me. We are a duet, playing the night game in the forgotten worlds between owl-time and breakfast. We murmur each other’s names:...
May 2011
9 posts
Max Wallis: Vowel Speak →
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Once, I met him under a vowel filled nighttime of ohs, and yous, and ees, and Is. Beneath the neon hued Can Club; just us, hands clenched tight like crab claws. Mouths apart speaking of nothing, everything. The space between sighlences. This is one of the poems I wrote on the Barbican Young Poets Scheme. It’s a Fibonacci sequence poem. In mathematics, the Fibonacci...
Words of Praise.
I think you’re brave; it’s harder than people think being so terribly honest. I know I’m unable to do it - when I write my words come out in cryptic images that I can almost hide behind, its almost like a defense mechanism. I feel like you know exactly how to say exactly what you are feeling, and that’s pretty great. I love what you do - any advice for an aspiring poet? All...
People have asked if you can buy the book if you live in the states - the answer is yes!
Thank You and Please
I just want to say something. Thank you. It’s wonderful knowing that one poem can reach so many people and touch so many people and I really really hope that you are touched. Not in a creepy way.
I’m trying to make a living off all of this. SED followers were here from Feb to October 2010 and it was brilliant to have so many of you and, I hope, you enjoyed reading free poetry or...
Max Wallis: Ways Not To Fall In Love →
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I will not ask your name in case it becomes my new lullaby turned over and over again. I will not kiss you first in case, pecked, it remains with me a silent signature of your lips. I will not dance with you in case the drink blurs your face into my dreams watching between Love and Like.
Modern Love
I have a poetry pamphlet coming out. Holla!
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Max Wallis: Modern Love | Thinking Infinity →
And so it begins!!!!
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For family, who in time we find as friends and friends, the family of our own making.
September
Thinking Infinity
All the days to tread till I meet you. All the miles walking together around kitchens, homes and showrooms clutching our Tesco/Morrisons/Waitrose-trolley-full-dreams. Swearing…
April 2011
11 posts
Braille
it’s new …
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Braille (After John Lee Clark) The world rests on my lap. And above, a blackland as through my eyes, an eternal dark. Under nighttime’s weight a beaker, brimmed with sound: hoarfrost’s crack starling’s chirp rain, on my skin, the pitterpat of Braille. But I do not know them. If my finger is the sky,...
“Homosexuality is found in over 450 species.
Homophobia is found in only one....”
– (via maxwallismaxwallis)
“Homosexuality is found in over 450 species.
Homophobia is found in only one....”
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My new blog - come and play. →
Max Wallis: NaPoWriMo →
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Alreet geezers, wheezers, cruisers and bruisers. Some of you might know about NaNoWriMo - National Novel Writing Month. The challenge is to get out as many words as you can by the end of the month (November). Well, April is NaPoWriMo - write a poem everyday. That might sound familiar to a lot of…
March 2011
6 posts
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Lots of things are happening and lots of things are changing. My poetry pamphlet’s coming out in the next month or so with an award-winning press and has been endorsed by a T. S. Eliot prize-winner. Meanwhile the government is making cuts to all the institutions that made me the poet I am.
I’m beginning to wonder how my writing’s going to change in the next year … and if...
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February 2011
22 posts
Tumblr Rights/Facebook/SED
For the time being I’ve revoked the publishing rights of Tumblr to the Facebook page for somethingeveryday as it seems that the Tumblr isn’t really doing so good at importing the RSS feed for SED on a daily basis - which is kinda the whole point.
Head on over to www.somethingeveryday.co.uk/2011 to see the site and it’s daily workings.