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Eight Miles Higher: Poem: 'Red Sky At Midnight'
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Thursday, 30 April 2015. Poem: 'Red Sky At Midnight'. RED SKY AT MIDNIGHT:. HOW TO DISEMBOWEL A CLOSE FRIEND. It’s 4:30 am. I’ve just been. Woken by a strange. I’ve never seen before. It came in over the roof and. Through the dormer window. Left slightly ajar for. We watch each other. I get up, it slithers purring. Around my bare legs,. So I make coffee, too. Awake now to sleep. Perhaps it’s a feline muse. A succubus, a witchy familiar,. Jerry Garcia’s wandering ghost,. Or an alien shape-shifter. Write t...
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Eight Miles Higher: 'The Divine Marquis: The Marquis De Sade'
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Thursday, 30 April 2015. The Divine Marquis: The Marquis De Sade'. 8216;THE DIVINE MARQUIS’:. THE MARQUIS DE SADE. Is the ‘Divine Marquis’ more sinned against than sinning? Does De Sade deserve his evil reputation? Weighs the evidence…. His novels ‘Justine: The Misfortunes Of Virtue’. And ‘Juliette: The Prosperities Of Vice’. The first draft of ‘Justine’. 1796) or Ann Radcliffe ( ‘The Mysteries Of Udolpho’. 1955, Grove Press) and Angela Carter ( ‘The Sadeian Woman’. But if literature is to be more than j...
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Eight Miles Higher: Poem: "Occasionally Paul Eluard"
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Tuesday, 31 March 2015. Poem: "Occasionally Paul Eluard". Dawn cross-hatches sheets with cancer. You raise your antlered eyelids and. Speak to me through bronze keyholes. As we empty our pockets in frozen ritual,. Seventeen insects crawl within my stomach. Seventy-four ashtrays scream in silent agony,. You raise your vacuum lips from the pubic fire. Of my grateful thighs where you’ve spent the night. The world ceases to exist. Beyond our field of perception,. You climb the austere liquid watches. Twenty ...
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Eight Miles Higher: November 2014
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Thursday, 27 November 2014. POEM: 'A Very Cellular Poem'. A VERY CELLULAR POEM. ALIVE AND WELL AND. LIVING, IN THEORY. I’ve fallen into tragic shit,. I’m in love with the blonde girl. With the hair of tentacles. Standing beside the pier,. I’m falling out of orbit. Endlessly floating in neuron tides,. I’m reading other people’s texts. On the inside of my eyelids. I’ve fallen into tragic shit,. There’s only one time,. And it’s not enough,. Despair is always tempting. And cheap dirt is dirt cheap,. A four-p...
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Eight Miles Higher: March 2015
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Tuesday, 31 March 2015. Poem: "Occasionally Paul Eluard". Dawn cross-hatches sheets with cancer. You raise your antlered eyelids and. Speak to me through bronze keyholes. As we empty our pockets in frozen ritual,. Seventeen insects crawl within my stomach. Seventy-four ashtrays scream in silent agony,. You raise your vacuum lips from the pubic fire. Of my grateful thighs where you’ve spent the night. The world ceases to exist. Beyond our field of perception,. You climb the austere liquid watches. There&#...
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Eight Miles Higher: August 2014
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Friday, 29 August 2014. FROM THE SONGS OF. For HG Wells, Edgar Rice Burroughs,. Leigh Brackett, EC Tubb, and beyond). There are the sands of Mars, and the sands of Earth. The green hills of Earth, and the red hills of Mars. The moons of Mars, and the moon of Earth. There are desert storms on Earth. And desert storms on Mars. There are the mountains of Mars, and mountains on Earth. The airs of Earth, and the more tenuous airs of Mars. The dunes of Mars, as there are dunes on Earth. Thursday, 28 August 2014.
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Eight Miles Higher: October 2014
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Friday, 31 October 2014. Poem: 'Bourbon Street Blues'. MONDAY, 22 SEPTEMBER 2014). 8216;Out of luck, stuck in a rut,. I’m in need, of someone’s good deed’. Sat sidewalk-hunched, eyes downcast. With her poem on carton-cardboard,. The craziness cascading by her. I feel a momentary pang. But steal her poem anyway…. 8216;PRESSURE POINT PRESENTS’. Https:/ www.facebook.com/groups/pressurepress/. Thursday, 30 October 2014. ELVIS PRESLEY: 'Sailing To Graceland'. LP, the soundtrack album of the embarrassingly ine...
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Eight Miles Higher: February 2015
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Friday, 27 February 2015. RETHIMNO, KRETA 18.8.92. 8220;in the midst of a wine-dark sea…”. 8220;I give you answer”. 8220;when the dome. The setting sun”. Her skin ripples with. Fields of oleander,. I bite back Raki,. Taste its burn,. The sea gives answer. All the way to the. Slices the black dome. As razor through skin. 8220;I give you answer now”. 8220;I forget the question”. 8216;TEARS IN THE FENCE no.12’ (UK - March 1994). 8216;TARGET no.6: Final Issue’ (UK - April 1999). And in the collection. Martin...
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Eight Miles Higher: Music: BRENDA LEE - The Real Miss Dynamite
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Friday, 27 March 2015. Music: BRENDA LEE - The Real Miss Dynamite. 8216;THE VERY BEST OF. BRENDA LEE… WITH LOVE’. 8220;The radio’s playing some forgotten song. Brenda Lee’s ‘Coming On Strong’…”. 8216;Radar Love’ by Golden Earrings, 1973). She had her own radio-spot and did WAGA-TV in Atlanta, where producer Sammy Barton suggested a more catchy audience-friendly name. So it was as Brenda Lee she was spotted by Country star Red Foley (Pat Boone’s father-in-law! With jumpy handclaps and sighing steel-guitar...
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Eight Miles Higher: December 2014
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Monday, 22 December 2014. Poem: 'You Can Call Me Al Zymer, The One-Time Rhymer. ME AL ZYMER,. I remember the day Elvis died. But forgot where I put my keys,. They should be on the hook by the door,. I’m sure I had them a moment ago. I remember the Moon Landing. We watched that one small step,. It was on the black-and-white TV,. But I forget my PIN number,. I wrote it on a post-it, then mislaid it,. Could happen to anyone. I remember all the lyrics to ‘Like A Rolling Stone’. But who did the record? Red Lo...
