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.
Really pleased to have these unfaithful versions of three Spanish Mystics appear in Intercapillary Space. ‘Mystics’ is probably a retrospectively-applied category (?) that describes a group of reforming poet-monks/nuns who wanted to renew the Catholic Church and the type of language it permitted by expressing a more direct, often quasi-physical, communion with Christ combined with a radical emphasis on holy poverty; this was a bit too much for the nascent Golden Age Church (16th & 17th Cs) & they met with plenty of suppression. San Juan at least was imprisoned & tortured, & the constant references to prisons and prisoners in these poems seem to refer both the bodily prison mystical experience allows the faithful mind to transcend, but also to the rather more immediate problem of incarceration & neglect by their religious institutions, even though the intensity of professed faith ought, theologically speaking, allow them to cleave closer to it.
& anyway so i dunno what these vandalisitc versions do to all that, but the idea of holy non-sense is an appealing one, & maybe the ‘porque’, the ‘because’, is a ‘poor key error’, a typing mistake that garbles the message & prevents efficient communication, & as Edmund Hardy suggested maybe that’s what the Mystics do/did to merchantile Christianity & the dominant values of the culture that they live within but have been imprisoned by/voluntarily renounced, & why they were so threatening to the authorities.