Really pleased to have some of a long new thing, Forced Fingers, in The Clearing, a great journal that ‘publishes writing and artwork concerned with landscape and place.’ It’s also attached to one of my favourite publishers, Little Toller Books, who do fine reprints of lost nature writing. The artwork — an amazing mash-up of Chinese mega-city and eighteenth-century field work — is by Jos Smith.
In most places / in the world / nothing happens / no / wait / that’s a mendacious acceptance / what is a some / thing / and how does it / ? / Each tract of exhausted soil contains its purpose and interest though drained / of fix- / -able / nitros.
Sorry about the call last night I was just / checking / your acidity levels / with a mind / to expansion. So stretch our your supply chain where / EXTRA / links mediate / my love for you this morning / as the train gathers pace / but not / extinguished / and not / tainted by relative / distance.
But they can get out of hand / along the rails / out of / your / hands / the cheapest price isn’t always the best / deal / and the spatial trajectories involved if they could be mapped / like snail trails across continents / are just insane / a luminous and beautiful / infographic / in green and blue / a table / for two?
What is this accumulation / of native nooks? Non-core functions / in different pots / perhaps / now would be a good time to ask what / exactly / a ‘line manager’ / is / ?
Deal me a genuinely random / hand me a fork / the nearness of those cows is not a quantity / free range describes an arc traced by a lorry / you can’t grow poems in monoculture / cultures / consider that / a prophecy.
Re- / -quired / to surplus / survey / left / overs in a bronze dish / where / I sate down and ate / and tried / and / it but made me half a / to surely / grow / double.
The anxiety for dancing / is very great.