Copyright 2018 Karin Mora
What was the name of the poet who helped me during Resolute Cliff?
Connexion
Trixon
Copyright Urban Mole 2017
What if Trump’s first interview as president were taken as found poetry and read as a libretto? And what if it were spliced with John Adams’ opera, Nixon in China?
Why Superman Wears Tight Pants — On The Outside.
Copyright Urban Mole 2016
Not, as the title might suggest, because he is a narcissistic arse who seeks to demoralise his foes and shame his friends one undulation at a time. His costume is a construct designed to closely adhere to the physical representation of the Platonic Form that Superman is: a bulging powerhouse. Coincidentally, this is exactly what a sonnet is not.
Speak-See and Mouth-Mind Topology
kiki bouba, Copyright Urban Mole 2016
I read a German children’s book on woods and woodland creatures recently, and found myself stuck on page fifteen saying “hohl, hohl, hohl” like a Danish Santa Claus. It means hollow, and it makes hollow when you say it. Hohl. It’s connected to words like English hole and cave (holh in Old English). Say it at night at the edge of the woods and a bat will fly into your mouth.
The Importance of Stillness
Copyright Urban Mole 2016
I was on the train recently, staring at the rails and the blur of sleepers between. If I very quickly moved my eyes against the direction of travel, I caught a glimpse of an individual sleeper and its neighbours; I was able to slow the flow of data just enough to pick out a little detail. Among the many boundaries of (human) perception, high speed, in the sense of a given volume of information over time, was hiding the little things. And making me boss-eyed.
Crow Work: A Kill
Copyright: Faber & Faber
A Kill‘s power is in its fifteenth line, in the only spoken text of the poem: “It’s a boy!” It’s a fulcrum and it prises the perception of a brutal, lingering death to show a birth. But it’s no gift.
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