The Cold Tap Sings

the p-word

Tag: Poetry

THIS HIGH ROPE OF WATER

In this high rope of water
twisting from times long gone
down the famous falls
I have bound my vows
for ages still to come

Zōki, ‘Ionushi’s Pilgrimage to Kumano’ tr. Meredith McKinney, in Travels with a Writing Brush.

MY LIFE

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One of the most bewitching books I’ve read this year.

No puppy or dog will ever be capable of this, and surely no parrot. No one can ask another a rhetorical question. We can only read stray rocks and first we must learn their names.

ANOYO

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I’ve been enjoying this album whose song titles form a poem.

RELIQUIAE

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I have an extract from a new long poem, ‘Vermilion Cliffs’, in Volume 7.1 of Reliquiae, available here. I’m particularly delighted to be included in this journal as it’s one of my favourites.

OBJECTS OF KINDLY MAGIC

I’m in love with Jack Spicer’s letters to James Alexander, introduced and read beautifully here by Victoria Brockmeier on her amateur bomb museum podcast.