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October 25, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: The Quality Known As Immediacy
jazz is a private conversation made public, a dirty word that rolls around so nicely in the mouth, you taste jazz – and if you don’t you have never truly met music – jazz is only off-putting if you won’t allow it, or rather – it’s as off-putting as you allow it; with jazz in […]Archive
October 24, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Oh, The Horror!
I’m like a horror-movie villain with the vacuuming, the dishes, the washing, and the folding and stacking and sweeping and cleaning. I put my mask on and just go at it. One speed. And if it escapes me momentarily I’ll continue to stalk it all, arriving eventually – netting it, capturing it. Strangling it down […]Archive
October 23, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Laughable, Ironically
it always feels like at any moment someone is about to say, “is this some kind of joke?” and all i can say, in reply, is “yes, yes it is” and they’ll ask further, “well what sort of joke is it then?” and i’ll have no answer. i’ll laugh. i’ll shrug. i’ll say, “i don’t […]Archive
October 22, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
The Cuba Press Poets 2020: Palmerston North Central Library (Tuesday Oct 27, 6.30pm)
This year The Cuba Press published nine new collections of poetry. Seven of those poets (myself included) will be reading this coming Tuesday, October 27, at Palmerston North’s Central Library (6.30pm). The local lad is Palmerston-based John Cristeller. He’ll be joined by Mary Cresswell, Janis Freegard, Richard Langston, Rachel McAlpine, me – and visiting from Otago, […]Archive
October 21, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Souled Out
you stole the truth when you told a lie, you sold your soul for whatever they had.Archive
October 20, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: John Wareham Reading Poems
he stands in his suit. the scarf around his neck lets you know he really means it. his words are strong and you could never sing along. he says “you like that?” at the end of each poem. and i did. i’m sure we all did. his words are hard fought, he sells them easily.Archive
October 20, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Final Proof
you never know your luck, he said. next day, he was dead.Archive
October 19, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: A Hard Act To Follow
Some 20 years ago, I took a call to interview an Ethiopian poet in Wellington. His was a refugee story. He had a book out – and I jumped in my car, met him at his job and asked him a few questions. Home straight after, I typed it up, drove back into town to […]Archive
October 19, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poetry at The Fringe – Sunday, 18 October 2020
It’s been a tough year for Poetry at The Fringe, as it’s been a tough year for everyone and everything. Events. Tough to sort and plan and adapt – and just as you’re going again you’re not. Poetry at The Fringe started. Then stopped. Then started again. And then stopped. The Fringe Bar was cautious […]Archive
October 18, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Ghost Touch
The ghost touch of time is with us always. I don’t feel any older and certainly no bolder but time is marching on. Dragging me with it.Archive
October 17, 2020 by Simon Sweetman