ninerrors

two nine poems - rob burton

2011-09-06T14:16:00.001-07:00

Jumped forwards

On mattress

Land laughed.

Smiles exhaled

Purred

Stepped legs over blonde

Flicked over

Hair grin

Lip pressed

Teeth down over bottom

Full pierced

Air sucked in

Gliding core pass

Over root

Standing

To mouth

I want mine to look like that

Too

better than language

2011-07-05T11:45:00.001-07:00

an announcement from Chris Goode:

BETTER THAN LANGUAGE:
An anthology of new modernist poetries
edited and introduced by Chris Goode

Better Than Language brings together the work of thirteen young poets engaging with the broadest conceivable range of late modernist modes and strategies. Sometimes difficult but always enticing, the restlessly smart poems collected here offer a wide-open invitation to adventurous readers.

The poets represented are: SARAH KELLY | JONNY LIRON | FRANCESCA LISETTE | JOE LUNA | NAT RAHA | LINUS SLUG | JOSH STANLEY | TIMOTHY THORNTON | ANNA TICEHURST | JONTY TIPLADY | MIKE WALLACE-HADRILL | TOMAS WEBER | and STEVE WILLEY

Paperback 234x156mm: 253pp
Publication date: 25 July 2011
ISBN: 978-0-9563706-1-7

Launch events:

Thursday 28th July:
Stoke Newington International Airport
London N16 7NJ
7.30pm
£5, or free entry with book purchase (£10 on the night)

Monday 8th August:
Hi Zero
Brighton
details to follow - http://hizeroreadings.tumblr.com/

for more information & pre-orders, see http://www.ganzfeldpress.com/

sj fowler: red museum

2011-05-31T05:12:00.000-07:00

Published by Knives Forks and Spoons Press, 2011 (also available via Amazon - click image for more info)

'A tremendous and persuasive surge of the red and the black: conflicted doctrines, scorched paper. Gothic scripts and plague-year screenplays for an apocalyptic cinema. Death chess. Heretical crusades. Hurt flesh. Fire angels. Madness. A grimoire for a haunted river-city. The poetry lies in the interpretation of malfated woodcuts. It is sinewy, knotted, persistent. And true.' (Iain Sinclair)

Howl: British poets read and respond to the work and life of Allen Ginsberg

2011-02-19T13:05:00.000-08:00

A unique evening of poetry celebrating the release of the motion picture “Howl” at the Poetry Café. A indelible influence on poets across the globe, this evening will be a chance to see how the poetry of Ginsberg has permeated into the consciousness of generations of poets coming to prominence after his death. The night will see readings directly from the text of Ginsberg as well as original works written for the occasion.

Saturday March 5th 6.30pm for a 7pm start.

The Poetry Café
22 Betterton Street Covent Garden London WC2
Free entry, places limited.

Darran Anderson
Tim Atkins
Sean Bonney
Patrick Coyle
Emily Critchley
Amy De'Ath
Stephen Emmerson
Nathan Hamilton
Jeff Hilson
Sarah Kelly
Rufo Quintavalle
Sam Riviere
Marcus Slease
Linus Slug
Jonty Tiplady
Jack Underwood
James Wilkes
and more…

www.howlthemovie.com

In association with Soda pictures and the Poetry Society.
www.sodapictures.com/howl
www.poetrysociety.org.uk

Openned Press Book Launch

2010-07-07T14:19:00.001-07:00

the other room

2010-07-01T02:51:00.000-07:00

2010-06-09T13:22:00.000-07:00

r e a d i n g | morden tower

2010-06-07T23:19:00.000-07:00

FREAKLUNG zine / ninerrors poetry series / XING THE TYNE present

A READING IN MEMORY OF BARRY MACSWEENEY

MacSweeneydrawing: Flo Brooks

SUNDAY 27th JUNE, 6 - 11 pm MORDEN TOWER

readers include:
antony john
chris stephenson
gareth durasow
james harvey
jeff hilson
jonny liron
michael zand
neil addison
posie rider
richie parker
sean bonney
sj fowler
stephen emmerson
steve willey
tessa whitehouse
tim atkins

........................................
Morden Tower,
Back Stowell Street
West Walls,
Newcastle upon Tyne,
NE1 4XG
........................................

the new issue of F R E A K L U N G will be available at this event

FREAKLUNG | O D E S

2010-06-07T22:52:00.000-07:00

contributors: alan hay  andy jordan  antony john  chris stephenson  dave lordan gareth durasow  james harvey  jeff hilson  jonny liron  jordan antonucci  luke roberts  mark leahy  michael zand  neil addison  posie rider  richard parker  robert hampson  ryan ormonde  sean bonney  simon howard  sj fowler  stephen emmerson  steve willey   tessa whitehouse   tim atkins

Freaklung ODES, available via readings + therafter c/o linus slug [editor] via ninerrors@googlemail.com

price £8

nine

2010-04-19T10:39:00.000-07:00

it was the seventh shade of grey
the one that melts
I as you thaw

I thought to take bristle brush
across to wash smooth
but the shade was simpler

it is nine at night
we are clearing
we think on curves and straights

we measure
we try to say the wave
in as few words as possible

lest our vibrations flatten it
we tiptoe in and sift through
a hand
on weaker water we would’ve
stayed separate..... gently

and if we do we trace

Open Day Over

2010-04-06T12:03:00.000-07:00

There was a light behind the hedge beside the path
placed to lead the lost on their way home
over dead-nettles, into an ideal called 'nectar'.
She dropped the imperfect flower, off-white and tainted;
not pristine, nor with meaning, but for me.
Something dusted with pollen, below depth
(the garden, convulsing around her, "in spasm").
I took it as a keepsake, when she discarded it.
Those torn petals. The pattern she extended into me.

9 of 9 from the sequence The Marker, excerpt from
Ha Ha [Andrew Jordan, Shearsman Books 2007]

From the museum of Pre-Cinema

2010-03-20T07:00:00.001-07:00

...the audience can seat

both in front

and behind the screen

(which is called Kefir and made of cloth)

in order to look accordingly

at the shadows

or at the movements

of the Dalang:

the man who throws the shadows…

forthcoming: Freaklung Odes

more work by Dave Lordan at Salmon Poetry

[s]nippettes III

2010-02-27T10:12:00.000-08:00

'nine poems' by Gareth Durasow
more work soon in FREAKLUNG [Odes]

scorene, gedrorene

2010-02-27T04:11:00.000-08:00

“hrim on lime,/scearde scurbeorge scorene, gedrorene,/aeldo undereotone”

see also:
The Ruin Anonymous Verse [Indeterminate Saxon]
and Anglo-Saxon and Norse poems

[s]nippettes II

2010-02-24T01:44:00.000-08:00

New nine-liner poem Rink by SJ Fowler [see more work in forthcoming issues of FREAKLUNG]

LEAFCUTTER JOHN: BRIGGFLATTS REWIRED

Briggflatts Rewired takes Basil Bunting’s extraordinary and intensely musical poem as the starting point for a new, electronically-enhanced composition. In an event that explores the interplay between sound, voice and textuality, Leafcutter John is joined by acclaimed Welsh poet and performer Peter Finch, haunting Highland musician MacGillivray and startlingly effervescent wordsmith Hannah Silva. [London Word Festival 2010]

see also excerpts from Reckoning here and here [select 'Linus Slug']

deperate for slug?

2010-02-07T09:42:00.001-08:00

Linus Slug is reading at Desperate for Love, Komedia, Brighton 22/02/10

with

Richard Parker [poet of the nine] - Publisher of 'Crater' - delightfully crafted and weirdly folded chapbooks and pamphlets. Just lovely.

and

Antony John - Poems collaged, composed, bands of alternating colour. Recent collection: ‘now than it used to be, but in the past.’ from Veer.

findings

2010-01-25T14:09:00.000-08:00

on a recent return to the north-east I chanced upon a stack of illustrated poetry on A5 coloured paper. The collection seems to be called 'flypaper'... other than that, I have no further info... [a mystery]

FREAKLUNG Submissions

2010-01-23T05:17:00.001-08:00

there will be 2 editions of FREAKLUNG published this year:

In May a special "Odes" edition commemorating the 10th anniversary of Barry MacSweeneys death. Submissions for Odes to be received by March 31st.

Issue 2 in September is on the theme of insects - insect themed submissions by July 31st please!

All work should be sent to the Editor [Linus Slug] at: ninerrors@googlemail.com for consideration.

Readings will accompany the publication

limited edition FREAKLUNG badges...

2010-01-23T05:00:00.001-08:00

w/horizontal flaps

2009-12-06T14:41:00.000-08:00

look at my dead misspelt horse
auspice no? literally "one who
looks at birds" no literally
I do so heart the
Leitmotiv.
Tyranny mocks thee Mussul-
Man; sudden voice
among the weeds or idol oddity
don't need no beads

yew self-bow I am sir thomas peeps
in a countryman's smock-frock,
............correction, a constant reader
in such an easy and
simple dress their bo-
soms beat free [accom-
panying skus,
and the pendent
gutts.......omitted ; thus]

f r e a k l u n g | z i n e

2009-11-29T00:51:00.000-08:00

xing the line zines all sold out, but limited run of the zine available on request for £3 - email ninerrors@googlemail.com for more info

crossing the nine

2009-11-26T12:20:00.000-08:00

no error it filled the space better

2009-11-26T12:17:00.000-08:00

you construct you are
expansions, all one mad

insomniac. Did you fly
far for new nightmare

knowledge. Did you get
new rot for listening.

The blankness won you
the emergency hit and
now distances are few

factories

2009-11-26T12:16:00.000-08:00

So I live in dark soil +
foreground reality
restless
..................[my error]:
right there in the walls not
here in fields with your
Anti-War memoirs. chorus repeats
I’ve ascending factories to
look on in hope

Histoire(s) du Poésie

2009-11-24T12:34:00.001-08:00

Printed on money. The nothing of the image stares back.

The history of poetry. Histories of Poetry.

Fly, wheel, wheel, fly – fly fly fly.

“Tiredness is to pray to death that it will think for you.”

Night falls. Histories of poetry fall. The lyric voice

goes out & somewhere causes someone pain.

Passing through poetry & scarred by it.

Proof of passage. Let us dump our hatreds into one bunch

& be done with them. But it was all too big.

the call of ophiucus

2009-11-24T12:26:00.000-08:00

noh ! england is narrowing

a gulf between the loose leaf

refugees make rice paper poets

through a longish dull stretch

fall down ! language turgidic

it doesn’t matter which leg

like the bloods . dante hated jazz

swallow her . morph the stage

and gather up the gists and piths !

hitherto hither green

2009-11-13T11:53:00.000-08:00

good king stephen last looked
out in the assarts.
it doesn't matter, here in the 9 we do
poetry - by - numbers
burn them | burn them | burn them
but save the best for we
in the schawe. his female breasts low
& raffish. is as gold, finch.
I do so heart the genty wren

the ninth (pl)inth . for slMendoza & its many aliases.

2009-11-08T13:10:00.000-08:00

a.........nine-band'd.........armadillo...........sausaging

on............. a .............midwifery............... sculpture

laughings............ at ............meerpussi...........never

simple(ton)........... comparing.............. Superman's

converged......... b-sides: ....vegetable...... vegetaria

&............ the............... Boogaloos: .............popular

with..... elephants.... ;... sausagers... & ..... armadilli

especiall....... y ....... the...... nine-band'd........ ones

ho!....... 'moustache'.......... is........... the........ niner.

free moustache from freemoustache.com

[-]

2009-11-08T12:49:00.000-08:00

photo:
georgie m'glug

inside earnest
shirt usually -

your ticker, blinkoffan'on

pinstriped pulse
(also, behind bow, breasts)

but today my shoulders
a city scaffold

keep it erect.
interview stiff.

7

2009-11-04T11:38:00.000-08:00

He
gets
sad
when
the
fa
do
comes
on.

[s]nippettes

2009-10-27T11:21:00.000-07:00

Poetry publications | nine poems:

DOUGLAS, LORD ALFRED Nine Poems, Curwen Press
Privately Printed for A.J.A.Symons, London [1926]

Veronica Forrest-Thomson
Cordelia, or a Poem Should Not Mean But Be [1974]
Chapbook of 9 poems

see also:
Gareth Farmer, 'Veronica Forrest-Thomson's 'Cordelia', Tradition and the Triumph of Artifice', in Journal of British and Irish Innovative Poetry, Vol. 1, 1 [Sept. 2009]

Joyce Hodgson The Moth Poems [2004]
Pamphlet of 9 poems about moths

hotel // nine

2009-10-23T20:52:00.000-07:00

Chelsea undressed

Walked to the bed

Stretched out

[Face down]

Took the elevator up

Slid her hand

Back & forth

Rolled off the bed

Didn't move

The Commas // 7

2009-10-22T10:53:00.000-07:00

Pale deserter, reaching as if you skipped
___onto Charing Cross Road__wearing a duck’s nose,
with a deported conjunction in your loafers.
there is an establishment near Trafalgar Square where
promises of your reprimand gather
___________________________tones pitching lament
“its like I lost all the ____ I never set my hands upon”
washed-up partition city-dressed rose bouquets
__________________fold where skin grips vice alarms

nippettes

2009-10-22T00:43:00.000-07:00

William Hamilton's Epistle to Ramsay, 1719:

The bonny Lines therein thou sent me,
How to the nines they did content me.

ninerrors | #9

2009-10-12T14:30:00.000-07:00

hooklike claspers

sometimes I am broken-
filling the hollow

between
impassable peaks

I might, into this turgid water
___________________________fall

swallowed by your
foamy mouth

desolate except

ninerrors | #8

2009-10-12T14:15:00.000-07:00

Value Sunflower Hearts
cut and flaked

TOP BIRD

goldfinches!
gathering
wintering flocks

Too late for the midnight sun,
                                                       jokull has sent us
some photos.          Yes
'Bobbie' thinks he is a blue tit

"... and what will Robin
                                do then, poor thing?"

ninerrors | #7

2009-10-12T14:04:00.000-07:00

I can make 3 in 6 out. I can make 5 in 4 out. 9 in none out.

room one.
intermission.
want pastry.
hey - bumbler, pop culture is key. call me after your
meeting? it doesn’t have to be cookies, it could be
muffins. ahhh, see. sharp. jibe / no access. we can’t
function within society because: there is nothing
outside of this text. this suxxor. we is ill. spk later.
kiss kiss.

ninerrors | #6

2009-10-07T12:36:00.001-07:00

wading through the human swirl mute as shadow

Dear skald, I amm certain you know

of Leafcutter John +

Johnny me Laddie + Johnny in

the Poke. We are Border

Reivers; breeding quickly +

prolific like, living + feeding on

garbage + faeces like, Musca

domestica with shiny. new.

hands.

2009-10-07T12:30:00.000-07:00

Leafcutter John
Photo: Vicki Churchill

Leafcutter John at Goldsmiths Great Hall Friday 16th Oct 09

ninerrors | #5

2009-10-07T12:26:00.000-07:00

fly | bow tie

It was spring, mid-April, dogwood was out.

Timothy Wellfed, , a series Monica, and Baby
Doll Bilby hanged'd and Jane York is next that
eyes is. after which the given name was ever
rid of fits and fancies. Dame Myriad appeared
in Milton Keynesand i Thoreau.There is no
reason to avoid it. THE ASTrAL ASSAULT. 375 All
knves removed I butter my breads wth fronds &
spoonds

...................................................................
die Fleige was first published as the ffrass gazette by
The Arthur Shilling Press, 2009

ninerrors | #4

2009-10-07T12:16:00.000-07:00

you are mounted on
pins

Euphoria comes in ephemeral
skin after which depression
sets in and I think of you
collecting specimens.

Check
the
botanists
page

No news

accidental niners

2009-10-04T03:44:00.001-07:00

Wing Ode by Barry MacSweeney, possibly not intended as a nine liner [elsewhere published as 10] appears in his 1972 pamphlet 'Five Odes' published by Transgravity.

reproduced by kind permission of Paul McSweeney

ninerrors | #3

2009-10-03T02:24:00.000-07:00

recumbent Fold
in dots of flint

Fragment ye are, but aint it tho

Practice yr glottals

November is only a

spt LIKE

how he called his

Lud vig

where

is not the same as

Bt fr instance

ninerrors | #2

2009-10-03T02:05:00.000-07:00

| an obsessive compulsive disorder |

washing machine spin cycle drowns out synth drones &

you, are in the market for congratulation. having only

the folly but not the privilege of youth, having

been in my sick bed still practicing glottals no

punct u ation [.] her violent slit mimicked my lips

& so it was. you made me. my hand

is caught: I am lost [Ms] Fortune to absinthe

and liquor. an idiot trapped in yr idiots body.

how it pisses down. torso without head still bleating.

...................................................................
ninerrors was first published in sporangiaphores by
yt communication, 2009

ninerrors | #1

2009-10-03T01:17:00.000-07:00

A transition or boundary between

there is too much drama taking place. i am

in doorways and stairwells and alcoves seeking to be

contained. discreet bodies tight up against each other in

L A R G E G R A P H I C T E X T

spill acres of blood still bleeding in protest.

so i took this picture of dogs with crowns

and words ms spelt

[nicked gut]

suggestion: